Just then out of a cloud of dust in the distance the king saw Moti approaching at a hard gallop , looking indeed like a giant compared with the little beast he rode , whirling his castor-oil plant , which in the distance might have been an oak tree , and the sound of his revilings and shoutings came down upon the breeze ! Behind him the dust cloud moved to the sound of the thunder of hoofs , whilst here and there flashed the glitter of steel . The sight and the sound struck terror into the king , and , turning his horse , he fled at top speed , thinking that a regiment of yelling giants was upon him ; and all his force followed him as fast as they might go . One fat officer alone could not keep up on foot with that mad rush , and as Moti came galloping up he flung himself on the ground in abject fear . This was too much for Moti 's excited pony , who shied so suddenly that Moti went flying over his head like a sky rocket , and alighted right on the top of his fat foe . Quickly regaining his feet Moti began to swing his plant round his head and to shout : ` Where are your men ? Bring them up and I 'll kill them . My regiments ! Come on , the whole lot of you ! Where 's your king ? Bring him to me . Here are all my fine fellows coming up and we 'll each pull up a tree by the roots and lay you all flat and your houses and towns and everything else ! Come on ! ' But the poor fat officer could do nothing but squat on his knees with his hands together , gasping . At last , when he got his breath , Moti sent him off to bring his king , and to tell him that if he was reasonable his life should be spared . Off the poor man went , and by the time the troops of Moti 's side had come up and arranged themselves to look as formidable as possible , he returned with his king . The latter was very humble and apologetic , and promised never to make war any more , to pay a large sum of money , and altogether do whatever his conqueror wished . So the armies on both sides went rejoicing home , and this was really the making of the fortune of clumsy Moti , who lived long and contrived always to be looked up to as a fountain of wisdom , valour , and discretion by all except his relations , who could never understand what he had done to be considered so much wiser than anyone else . A Pushto Story . The Enchanted Deer A young man was out walking one day in Erin , leading a stout cart-horse by the bridle .
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