` Tell me , heron , ' said he , ` when the wind blows from that quarter , to which side do you turn ? ' ` And which side do you turn to ? ' asked the heron . The jackal answered , ' I always turn to this side . ' ` Then that is the side I turn to , ' remarked the heron . ` And when the rain comes from that quarter , which side do you turn to ? ' And the heron replied , ` And which side do you turn to ? ' ` Oh , I always turn to this side , ' said the jackal . ` Then that is the side I turn to , ' said the heron . ` And when the rain comes straight down , what do you do ? ' ` What do you do yourself ? ' asked the heron . ' I do this , ' answered the jackal . ' I cover my head with my paws . ' ` Then that is what I do , ' said the heron . ' I cover my head with my wings , ' and as he spoke he lifted his large wings and spread them completely over his head . With one bound the jackal had seized him by the neck , and began to shake him . ` Oh , have pity , have pity ! ' cried the heron . ' I never did you any harm . '
` You told the dove how XXXXX get the better of me , and I am going to eat you for it . '
With as by from jackal over pity quarter rain to