Soon after, she said again, 'Dear brother, go and watch our goats.'
'But why? I like tending sheep better!'
'Oh, it is much nicer to be a goatherd,' she said; so he took the goats out.
When he was gone, she said to her husband, 'You must kill my brother, for I cannot have him living here with me.'
'But, my dear, why should I? He has done me no harm.'
'I wish you to kill him,' she answered, 'or if not I will leave.'
'Oh, all right, then,' said he; 'to-morrow I will change myself into a serpent, and hide myself in the date barrel; and when he comes to fetch dates I will sting him in the hand.'
'That will do very well,' said she.
When the sun was up next day, she called to her brother, 'Go and mind the goats.'
'Yes, of course,' he replied; but the little boy called out: 'Uncle, I want to come with you.'
'Delighted,' said the uncle, and they started together.
After they had got out of sight of the house the boy said to him, 'Dear uncle, my father is going to kill you. He has changed himself into a serpent, and has hidden himself in the date barrel. My mother has told him to do it.'
'And what am I to do?' asked the uncle.
'I will tell you. When we bring the goats back to the house, and my mother says to you, "I am sure you must be hungry: get a few dates out of the cask," just say to me, "I am not feeling very well, Mohammed, you go and get them for me."'
So, when they reached the house the sister came out to meet them, saying, 'Dear brother, you must certainly be hungry: go and get a few dates.'
