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Early next morning they started for another village, and passed on the way a large garden where people were very busy gathering monkey-nuts. 'You can have a good breakfast at last, said Gudu, pointing to a heap of empty shells; never doubting but that Isuro would meekly take the portion shown him, and leave the real nuts for himself.
But what was his surprise when Isuro answered: 'Thank you; I think I should prefer these. And, turning to the kernels, never stopped as long as there was one left. And the worst of it was that, with so many people about, Gudu could not take the nuts from him. It was night when they reached the village where dwelt the mother of Gudu's betrothed, who laid meat and millet porridge before them.
If Gudu had only known, Isuro was asleep all the time; but this he never guessed, and by-and-bye he grew so tired with watching that he went to sleep himself. Soon after, Isuro woke up, and he too felt hungry, so he crept softly to the pot and ate all the meat, while he tied the bones together and hung them in Gudu's fur. After that he went back to the wood-pile and slept again.
'Surely I hear him snore, he thought; and he stole to the place where Isuro was lying on a pile of wood, but the rabbit's eyes were wide open. 'How tiresome, muttered Gudu, as he went back to his place; and after waiting a little longer he got up, and peeped again, but still the rabbit's pink eyes stared widely.
Far away in a hot country, where the forests are very thick and dark, and the rivers very swift and strong, there once lived a strange pair of friends. Now one of the friends was a big white rabbit named Isuro, and the other was a tall baboon called Gudu, and so fond were they of each other that they were seldom seen apart.
Now, though Isuro had the leaves about him, he did not dare to produce them at the last moment lest the baboon should guess why he had stayed behind. So he just went round a corner for a short time, and then came hopping back in a great hurry. But, quick though he was, Gudu had been quicker still, and nothing remained but some drops of water.
'O Gudu! he cried, laughing aloud, 'it is you who have taught me to be clever. And calling to the people of the house, he bade them kindle the fire, for Gudu would sleep by it, but that he would pass the night with some friends in another hut. It was still quite dark when Isuro heard his name called very softly, and, on opening his eyes, beheld Gudu standing by him.
'We can never jump those wide spaces if we are burdened with food, said Gudu, 'we must throw it into the river, unless we wish to fall in ourselves. And stooping down, unseen by Isuro, who was in front of him, Gudu picked up a big stone, and threw it into the water with a loud splash. 'It is your turn now, he cried to Isuro.
In the morning the mother of Gudu's betrothed came out to milk her goats, and on going to the bushes where the largest one seemed entangled, she found out the trick. She made such lament that the people of the village came running, and Gudu and Isuro jumped up also, and pretended to be as surprised and interested as the rest.
But Isuro knew of a hole under the wood-pile, and when the fire was kindled he ran into the hole, but Gudu died there. When the fire had burned itself out and only ashes were left where the wood had been, Isuro came out of his hole, and said to the people: 'Lo! did I not speak well? He who killed your goat is among those ashes. Ian, the Soldier's Son
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