Let the Tiger eat the Brahmin. We have still four to ask. Presently they came to a place where an old Bullock was lying by the road. I carried heavy loads and carried them far. Now that I am old and weak and cannot work, he leaves me without food or water, to die by the wayside.
Men are a thankless lot.
Let the Tiger eat the Brahmin. The Tiger grumbled a good deal, but at last he went on again with the Brahmin. And after a time they saw an Eagle, high overhead. The Eagle soared slowly overhead a moment, then he came lower, and spoke in a thin, clear voice. Yet as often as they find my eyrie, men stone my young and rob my nest and shoot at me with arrows.