ABSTRACT
A certain Man had a Son. Now he was very poor, and lived on Jerboas, and whenever he heard that there was a Jerboa which no one could catch, he would go and capture it straight off. One day he was out catching Jerboas, as usual, with his Son, and they came and dug out one; but the Jerboa jumped up with a "buroop" and escaped. Then the Hunter said " Alas for me, I who can beat anyone at catching Jerboas have allowed one to escape! I am disgraced!" Then [mad with rage], he hit his Son with a club, and the Son fell down with blood pouring from his nose, but the Father went away and left him lying there.
