વાર્તાને કહેવા યોગ્ય કેમ બનાવવી? ૧૩૭ "The ugly hen painted. By jealousy tainted. The pretty hen died. Lamenting his bride, The cock, bald and bare, Sobs loud in despair !" ad ai On hearing this sad tale, the pipal became overwhelmed with grief, and declaring it must mourn also, shed all its leaves on the spot. By and by a buffalo, coming in the heat of the day to rest in the shade of the pipal tree, was astonished to find nothing but bare twigs. "What has happened ?" cried the buffalo; "you were green as possible yesterday?" "Don't ask me !" whimpered the pipal. "Where are your manners? Don't you know it isn't decent to ask questions when people are in mourning ?" But the buffalo insisted on having an answer, so at last, with many sobs and sighs, the pipal replied :- "The ugly hen painted. By jealousy tainted. The pretty hen died. Bewailing his bride, The cock, bald and bare Sobs loud in despair; The pipal tree grieves no! By shedding its leaves !" "Oh dear me !" cried the buffalo, "How
