Bouqui, Commire 'Cabrit and Compere Tigre


was worse than Bouqui's, since she was to be' eaten first.
She was so worried that she began to trot on the hard
rocks around the fire. Compare Tigre hurried her on. As
she trotted, her hoofs made a squeaky sound.
 Compare Tigre listened carefully to the sound of Com-
mere Cabrit's hoofs, then asked, cHow do you make your
shoes sounds like that, Commere Cabrit?-
 SCompere Tigre,* she said, I made these little shoes
myself with a special kind of leather.,
 -I want you to make a pair just like them for me.
Tonight I'm going to a dance in the tigers' country; that
will be a good thing with which to attract the ladies' atten-
tions,* said Tigre.
 'This skin, Compare Tigre,* said Commere Cabrit, <is
very rare.,
 I don't care how rare it is. I, Tigre, command you to
find it to make me a pair of the same kind of shoes., Com-
pare Tigre's eyes turned red and green with anger. No one
ever talked back to him.
 <Well, the finest leather would be a piece of skin from
Compare Bouqui's flank,, said CommBre Cabrit. <A small
piece from it will do, because it is easy to stretch.*
 You can imagine how angry Bouqui was. But he dared
not say a word.
 -Well, here is Compare Bouqui, don't mind him. Go
 ahead and get whatever amount of skin you need from
 his flank.,
 Commere Cabrit took her little knife and went toward
Bouqui, but he dodged behind a tree. When Compere Tigre
saw that, he became angry. So he took the knife from Com-