વાર્તાને કહેવા યોગ્ય કેમ બનાવવી? Nevertheless, when the cuckoo would take no denial, the river replied :- ૧૩૯ "The ugly hen painted. By jealousy tainted. The pretty hen died. Lamenting his bride, The cock, bald and bare, Sobs loud in despair; The pipal tree grieves By shedding its leaves; The buffalo mourns By casting her Horns The stream weeping fast, Grows briny at last !" "Oh dear! Oh dear me !" cried the cuckoo, "how very very sad! I must mourn too!" So it plucked out an eye, and going to a corn- merchant's shop, sat on the doorstep and wept. "Why, little cuckoo! What's the matter ?" cried Bhagtu the shopkeeper. "You are gener- ally the prettiest of birds, and today you are as dull as ditch-water !" "Don't ask me !" snivelled the cuckoo. "It is such terrible grief! Such dreadfull sorrow ! Such-such horrible pain !" However, when Bhagtu persisted, the cuckoo wiping its one eye on its wing replied :- "The ugly hen painted. By jealousy tainted. The pretty hen died.
