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Once upon a time in Africa, roosters dominated cats. The cats worked
difficult all day and at night they needed to convey all they had gathered for
the roosters. The king of the roosters would take all of the food for
himself and the other roosters.
The roosters loved to devour ants. Thus, every cat had a handbag hung
around its neck, filling with ants for the king of the roosters.
The cats did not just like the scenario. They desired to rid themselves of
the king so that the food they gathered through hard paintings and the extraordinary
difficulty could be their own. But they were terrified of the roosters.
The roosters had advised the cats that poultry’s combs have been created from fire and that the fireplace of their
combs might burn each person who disobeyed them! The cats believed them and consequently labored from
early morning until night time for the roosters.
One night time, the fireplace in the house Mrs. Cat went out. She advised her kitten, Fluffy, to deliver a few fires
from Mr. Rooster’s residence. When Fluffy went into the house of the chicken, she saw that Mr. Rooster
changed into speedy asleep, his belly swollen with the ants he had eaten. The kitten become afraid to wake the
hen, so she returned domestic empty surpassed and told her mother what had befallen her.
Mrs. Cat stated, “Now that the hen is asleep, accumulate a few dry twigs and vicinity them near his comb.
As soon because the twigs capture fire, bring them domestically.”
Fluffy accumulated a few dry twigs and took them to the chicken’s residence. He was nevertheless asleep. Fluffy
fearfully positioned the dry twigs near the rooster’s comb but it turned into no use, the twigs no longer capture fire.
Fluffy rubbed the twigs in opposition to the poultry’s comb once more but it turned into no use they could now not capture the heart.
Fluffy returned home without any fire and told her mother, “The roost’s comb does no longer set twigs on
fire.” Mrs. Cat responded “Why can’t you do whatever is proper! Come with me I’ll display to you how to
make hearth with the fowl’s comb.” So collectively they went to the residence of Mr. Rooster.
He was nonetheless asleep. Mrs. Cat put the twigs as near to the hen’s comb as she may want to. But the twigs
did not capture the fireplace. Then, shaking with worry, she put her paw near the chicken’s comb and gently
touched it. To her marvel, the comb changed into no longer hot, it changed into very bloodless, and it was just red colored.
As soon as Mrs. Cat realized that the roosters had lied to the cats approximately their combs, she joyfully
went out and told the other cats about the hen’s tricks. From that day on, the cats now do not
labor for the roosters.
At first, the king of the roosters became very irritated and said to the cats; “I will burn all of your
homes if you no longer paintings for me!”
But the cats stated, “Your comb isn't manufactured from fire. It is just the color of the fireplace.
We touched it when you had been sleeping. You lied to us.”
When the king of the roosters observed that the cats knew that he had
lied to them, he ran away. Now, on every occasion roosters see a cat, they scurry
away because they're fearful of cats to this very day.
