STORY NO. 75. THE GANDER AND THE CROW
Once upon a time, a weary soldier, on a long journey, lay under the shade of pipal tree, in hot summer, and fell asleep with his bow and arrow by his side. A gander and crow lived on that tree* Seeing the hot sun's rays fall on his face, the kindly gander went and spread his wings over his face. The soldier slept with his mouth open, due to weariness. The crow, moved by its natural malevolence, dropped its dung into the open mouth of the soldier. The soldier woke up in a rage, and saw the gander above him. Mistaking the gander to be the miscreant, he took up his bow and arrow and shot it dead. Thus the poor gander, because it kept the society of the wicked crow, met with its end.
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