24. Bouqui, Commere Cabrit and
 Compare Tigre.






 Cric ?
 Crac !

 COMMERE Cabrit, the goat, was craving a fish called
la queue which was in season. The only way for her to
get it was to go out fishing for it. So one morning she pushed
her canoe on the ocean, and rowed to a distant shore, where
la queues were plentiful. She knew that spot by a sign in
the sky known only to fishermen.
 After she had caught enough fish, she beached her canoe
at C6te-de-Fer, or iron coast, where only hard rocks grew.
She made a fire, and began to barbecue her fish, and in
the hot cinders she put some sweet potatoes that she had
brought along.
 As she sat comfortably in the shade, waiting for the
fish and potatoes to get done, Commere Cabrit was startled
by a noise in the woods. And before she could wink her
eyes once, Bouqui was standing by her.
 Aha! Commere Cabrit, it is a long time since I saw
 you. What are you doing here?,