"oh, that's it, is it?" answered the crane. "your dear little uncle, your very sweet nephew, you call me! you mean me to understand, i suppose, that i am your slave, who has to lift you up and carry you about with him! now cast your eye upon the heap of fish-bones lying at the root of yonder varana-tree. just as i have eaten those fish, every one of them, just so i will devour you as well!"