So the next morning the seven weavers set out to go to the village where they could buy what they wanted . On the way they had to cross a ravine which lately had been full of water , but now was quite dry . The weavers , however , were accustomed to swim over this ravine ; therefore , regardless of the fact that this time it was dry , they stripped , and , tying their clothes on their heads , they proceeded to swim across the dry sand and rocks that formed the bed of the ravine . Thus they got to the other side without further damage than bruised knees and elbows , and as soon as they were over , one of them began to count the party to make sure that all were safe there . He counted all except himself , and then cried out that somebody was missing ! This set each of them counting ; but each made the same mistake of counting all except himself , so that they became certain that one of their party was missing ! They ran up and down the bank of the ravine wringing their hands in great distress and looking for signs of their lost comrade . There a farmer found them and asked what was the matter . ` Alas ! ' said one , ` seven of us started from the other bank and one must have been drowned on the crossing , as we can only find six remaining ! ' The farmer eyed them a minute , and then , picking up his stick , he dealt each a sounding blow , counting , as he did so , ` One ! two ! three ! ' and so on up to the seven . When the weavers found that there were seven of them they were overcome with gratitude to one whom they took for a magician as he could thus make seven out of an obvious six . The Clever Cat -LSB- From the Pushto . -RSB- Once upon a time there lived an old man who dwelt with his son in a small hut on the edge of the plain . He was very old , and had worked very hard , and when at last he was struck down by illness he felt that he should never rise from his bed again . So , one day , he bade his wife summon their son , when he came back from his journey to the nearest town , where he had been to buy bread . ` Come hither , my son , ' said he ; ' I know myself well to be dying , and I have nothing to leave you but my falcon , my cat and my greyhound ; but if you make good use of them you will never lack food .
Be good to your mother , XXXXX you have been to me .
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