` My son , ' returned the old woman , ` do not say words like these ; you risk both our lives . He has put me here all by myself , and I have to cook his food . When the great snake is coming there springs up a wind , and blows the dust about , and this goes on till the great snake glides into the courtyard and calls for his dinner , which must always be ready for him in those big pots . He eats till he has had enough , and then drinks a whole tankful of water . After that he goes away . Every second day he comes , when the sun is over the house . And he has seven heads . How then can you be a match for him , my son ? ' ` Mind your own business , mother , ' answered the gazelle , ` and do n't mind other people 's ! Has this snake a sword ? ' ` He has a sword , and a sharp one too . It cuts like a dash of lightning . ' ` Give it to me , mother ! ' said the gazelle , and she unhooked the sword from the wall , as she was bidden . ` You must be quick , ' she said , ` for he may be here at any moment . Hark ! is not that the wind rising ? He has come ! ' They were silent , but the old woman peeped from behind a curtain , and saw the snake busy at the pots which she had placed ready for him in the courtyard . And after he had done eating and drinking he came to the door : ` You old body ! '
he cried ; ` what smell is that I smell inside that is not the smell of every XXXXX ? '
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