31. How Bouqui Was Thrown Over the Cliff.


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OUQUI went hunting wild goats and caught a tiny kid.
After he had put a rope around its neck, and tied its four
feet, he said, .Beautiful little kid, how beautiful your throat
is,, caressing the kid's throat with his hand.
 ,That's the throat with which I sing beautiful little
songs. If you wish, I'll sing to you.,
 aYes, yes, sing, little kid,, Bouqui said.
 -Baa, baa, Compare Bouqui, baa, baa.
 My maman has left me behind,
 My papa has left me behind,
 How am I going to find them ?
 Baa, baa, Compare Bouqui, baa, baa.,
 Absentmindedly Bouqui took up the tune:
 aThey will find you in my pot
 With pepper sauce good and hot.-
 Then he caught himself. (Ha-ha, little kid, that's a beau-
tiful song. Who taught it to you? Teach it to me, no,, Bouqui
said.