How Bouqui Was Cooked Into a Calalou of Lamb


 After a brief second Bouqui cried, ("The water's hot!
The water's hot!">
 cOh, no! Not yet!, cried the lambs.
 "Open up!, cried Bouqui. -The water begins to boil!
Open!>
 "Not yet. The calalou isn't done. You have no idea how
good it will taste the sort of calalou that tickles the pa-
late!) bleated the lambs.
 Bouqui got really furious. He beat on the cover from
inside. "Let me out, do you hear me? Puff! Puff... hot., he
gasped.
 "Never mind puffing and knocking! You've eaten all
our relatives, now it's our turn to eat you.,
 Hearing this Bouqui knocked, crying, "Oh!!! Oh!! Oh!
Oh..., And slowly he passed out.
 Because all had been quiet in the pot for sometime, the
lambs were sure that Bouqui was dead and now was stewing
into a calalou. Some went to the woods for kindling wood
for the fire, others went after greens to put in the calalou,
and the young ones went after water, leaving the pot alone,
sizzling.
 But Bouqui was not dead yet. When the pot began to
 boil really hard the heat revived the compare. He squealed
 like a pig, and using all his strength, he gave the cover one
 hard push and fell out. On his hands and knees he crawled
 home.
 cWhat happened to you, -uncle Bouqui?. everybody
 asked.


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