The story of the flat-angled deer and the gator

there's a java-angle deer who likes to rest and play on a hill guard near the river.

the mountains are surrounded by low-lying areas.

on the onset of the rainy season, the river runs over low-lying areas and goes straight to the vicinity of the hill.

the roof is full of figs, and the branches are almost down to the ground.

the leaves were blown into the bay and the ground was as clean as it had been washed.

this day, the flat deer lays under a tree, chews his food lazyly and sleeps unconsciously.

then suddenly it rained.

the river skyrocketed, flooded the low-lying land, reached the slopes and reached the place where the deer slept.

the flat deer woke up and found the surroundings completely swallowed up by water.

it's very scared, somehow good.

what should we do? it's deep in the lowlands, it can't climb trees, it can't jump anywhere; it can't swim, it can't - it's afraid to fall into the gator's mouth and just wait for the big water to fall.

at a time when it was in shock, a group of crocodiles came to it.

one of the biggest crocodiles swam in front of the flat-footed deer, biting his teeth and saying, "hey, little deer, we met on a narrow road.

look where you are going! come on! do you want to escape? do you want to hide in my stomach? today you are destined to escape.

i will execute you and treat my friends with your meat.

we're going to chew your last bone.

i can't see your tricks anymore.

i'm sure your meat will be fat and tender.

pépé: today looks like death.

but it has not lost its confidence, and it has yet to live.

and it said to alligator, "who divulged my secret to you? how do you know that my meat can be drugged?" you crocodiles want to eat me a deer! will this make me hungry? i am too young to fill your belly.

but if you want to take my meat as a drug, that's something else.

you can eat me together, but you can't have too few crocodiles." "we have 80 of them right here!" the big crocodile said.

"article 80? too little! eat me like this, you'll be in trouble.

you're gonna have a stomachache, you're gonna get sick early and you're gonna die at night.

if you are 150 crocodiles to eat me, then my meat will work well and all of you will live forever." "you're talking nonsense!" my meat is much better than wine, and i die faster than i eat." one of the crocodiles shouted, "you're still lying! we'll tear you to pieces and swallow you." "please, tear me to pieces.

for me, it's eaten by a crocodile or by a lot of crocodiles.

if 80 crocodiles eat me, 80 plenarys die.

the beast of the worldthe clapping was therefore good, and they would then be free to hunt for food on the banks of the river, and no crocodiles would stand in their way.

i regret that i should not have said all this, but it has already been said, and it should not be reversed.

really, why should i talk? why should i tell you the secret?" "i believe you're telling the truth." well, i'm sending 50 crocodiles and 70 crocodiles.

there'll be 150.

i left 30 to watch you.

we'll meet here later."