A farmer once had a faithful dog called
sultan, who had grown old, and lost all his teeth, so that he could
no longer hold on to anything. One day the farmer was standing with
his wife before the house-door, and said, to-morrow I intend to
shoot old sultan, he is no longer of any use.
His wife, who felt pity for the faithful
beast, answered, he has served us so long, and been so faithful,
that we might well give him his keep.
What, said the man, you are not very bright.
He has not a tooth left in his head, and not a thief is afraid of
him, now he can go. If he has served us, he has had good feeding for
The poor dog, who was lying stretched out in
the sun not far off, had heard everything, and was sorry that the
morrow was to be his last day. He had a good friend, the wolf, and
he crept out in the evening into the forest to him, and complained
of the fate that awaited him. Listen, gossip, said the wolf, be of
good cheer, I will help you out of your trouble. I have thought of
something. To-morrow, early in the morning, your master is going
with his wife to make hay, and they will take their little child
with them, for no one will be left behind in the house. They are
wont, during work-time, to lay the child under the hedge in the
shade, you lay yourself there too, just as if you wished to guard
it. Then I will come out of the wood, and carry off the child. You
must rush swiftly after me, as if you would seize it again from me.
I will let it fall, and you will take it back to its parents, who
will think that you have saved it, and will be far too grateful to
do you any harm, on the contrary, you will be in high favor, and
they will never let you want for anything again.