" So the monkey cocked his eye as much as to say: "If you
can squeeze a flint-stone to make the juice come out of it, you can
squeeze me." But he didn't say anything, for a monkey's cunning, but
down he went. And all the while the little bull-calf was fighting all
the wild beasts on the ground, and the little lad was clapping his hands
up the tree, and calling out: "Go in, my little bull-calf! Well fought,
little bull-calf!" And he mastered everything except the fiery dragon,
but the fiery dragon killed the little bull-calf.
But the lad waited and waited till he saw the dragon go away, then he
came down and skinned the little bull-calf, and took out its bladder and
went after the dragon. And as he went on, what should he see but a
king's daughter, staked down by the hair of her head, for she had been
put there for the dragon to destroy her.
So he went up and untied her hair, but she said: "My time has come for
the dragon to destroy me; go away, you can do no good." But he said:
"No! I can master it, and I won't go"; and for all her begging and
praying he would stop.
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