In the midst of a certain forest a Lion stayed. Having joined with that very Lion, a Jackal was eating and eating the flesh of animals killed by the Lion.

After a few days had gone by, the Jackal, becoming arrogant, said to the Lion, “Don’t say ‘Jackal’ to me.”

Thereupon, “What shall I say?” the Lion asked.

Then the Jackal says, “You must call me, saying to me, ‘Jackal-artificer’ (Nari nayide).”

In this way, when the Lion had said, “Jackal-artificer,” for many days, he said, “Don’t say ‘Jackal-artificer.’ ”

“What name am I to say?” the Lion asked.

“Say to me, ‘Small Lion’; don’t say, ‘Jackal-artificer,’ ” he said.

After the Lion had been saying, “Small Lion,” for a few days, “Say to me, ‘Great Lion’; don’t say, ‘Small Lion,’ ” he said to the Lion.

Then the Lion says, “For me to say, ‘Great Lion,’ you must make the Lion’s roar,” the Lion said.

Then the Jackal having gone near a tusk elephant, after he had cried out, as the Lion’s roar, “Hokkiye, Hokkiye” (the beginning of the customary yelping cry of the Jackal), the tusk-elephant kicked the Jackal.

Thereupon the Jackal died.

Tom-tom Beater. North-western Province.