The Crane and the Crow
The crane was a great fisherman. He used to hunt out the fish, with his feet, from underneath the logs in the creek, and so catch numbers.
One day when he had a great many on the bank of the creek, a crow, who was white at that time, came up. He asked the crane to give him some fish.
"Wait a while," said the crane, "until they are cooked."
But the crow was hungry and impatient, and would not cease bothering the crane, who kept saying, "Wait. Wait."
Presently the crane turned his back. The crow sneaked up and was just going to steal a fish. The crane turned round, saw him, seized a fish, and hit the crow right across the eyes with it. The crow felt blinded for a few minutes. He fell on the burnt black grass round the fire, and rolled over and over in his pain. When he got up to go away his eyes were white, and the rest of him black, as crows have been ever since.
The crow was determined to pay out the crane for having given him white eyes and a black skin.
