How Bouqui Went to Sell a Bag of Sand 105

every time it was full, while Malice stood by watching him
work. Bouqui worked on and on, and before dawn the
bois-fouillt was almost full. Bouqui had worked so hard
pulling the net by himself that he whistled with weariness,
<Whouif!D
 *Tomorrow there will be still more than that,* Malice
said.
 .Ugh, how do you know that?, Bouqui asked.
 Malice pointed to the sky. -You see all the little bits
of white clouds in the sky. The more you see the more
pisquettes there will be.-
 Now Bouqui rowed on toward the shore.
 cNow, none, I'll let you take today's catch and I'll take
tomorrow's.,
 cOh, no, you don't. I'm not as stupid as you think,
Malice. You want me to take today, because you know
there will be more tomorrow. Nothing doing. You take
them today, and I'll take them tomorrow.-
 That was what Malice wanted.
 When they docked the bois-fouilld, Malice carried all the
pisquettes away. Bouqui went home, feeling quite clever to
have made Malice take the catch of the day.
 I certainly out-tricked him this time. I've got to be wise
every time,, he said to himself.
 They got up early still the next day because they had
found out that the pisquettes were more plentiful before
daylight. They pushed the bois-fouilld out on the water
again. Bouqui rowed, and soon they were above the spot
where they had been the day before, for the tiny fish went
upstream every day as they always do.