every day. One day the Brahman said: "My dear, I don't see very well." And she thought: "Thank the goddess."
Then the favored lover thought: "The Brahman has gone blind. What can he do to me?" Whereupon he came daily to the house without hesitation.
But at last the Brahman caught him as he entered, seized him by the hair, and clubbed and kicked him to such effect that he died. He also cut off his wicked wife's nose, and dismissed her.
"And that is why I say:
I know I should not carry frogs . . . .
and the rest of it."
Then Slow-Poison, with noiseless laughter hummed over the verse:
The trick was good. All sorts of frogs . . . .
and the rest of it. And Water-Foot, hearing this, was conscience stricken, and wondering what he meant, inquired: "My dear sir, what do you mean by reciting that repulsive verse?" "Nothing at all," said Slow-Poison, desiring to mask his purpose. And Water-Foot, befooled by his plausible manner, failed to perceive his treachery.
Why spin it out? He ate them all so completely that not even frog-seed was left.
"And that is why I say:
Bear even foes upon your back . . . .
