The Buffalo went to look for the Deer and, finding him, told him his whole story. And then he said:
- The doe says that only you can protect me from my enemy the Tiger, because you have large branched horns, strong and sharp, like spears.
Deer replied:
“I’m very sorry, but Lan is completely wrong.” The horns, which she considers such a glorious weapon, are actually of little use, and they are hard to carry! They are only needed to decorate the head! So it turns out that my head serves as a support for the horns in the same way as the spreading leaves of a palm tree support its trunk. My neck is too short, and there is no strength in it; the enemy will be able to break it with one blow. As soon as I see the Tiger, I am neither alive nor dead. All the fur on me stands on end from fear. And if you pit me against the Tiger, then I will see no mercy. He will easily defeat me and devour me without a trace! The only one who can help you is the Ox. He is huge in stature, he has more than enough strength, and his horns - large and sharp - strike fear into all animals. Go to him for help!
– Thank you very much, Deer. Happy to stay, and I went to the Bull!
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru