In one village there lived a man named Nga Chaun, an inventor and boaster. Once telling his friend about how he was hunting birds in the forest, Nga Chaun began, as always, to lie:
- I went to hunt birds. I shot and shot with a spear, and I ran out of stones. Then, without hesitation, I decided to pick the fruits of the Katut tree. I picked some fruit, came back, and a tiger came towards me. What to do? I grabbed the spear, put a katut fruit into it, fired and hit the tiger right in the forehead. The tiger, however, ran away. But I think he died a long time ago.
- That's the thing! – picked up the mocking interlocutor. - Yesterday I went to catch birds and met a huge tiger - sleeping peacefully on the road. This is probably the same one. A Katut tree grew on his forehead. I picked one fruit and ate it.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru