I often tell of Mr. Elephant and Mr. Frog, who were courting at one
house.
One day Mr. Frog spake to the sweetheart of Mr. Elephant, saying: "Mr.
Elephant is my horse." Mr. Elephant, when he came at night, then the
girls tell him, saying: "Thou art the horse of Mr. Frog!"
Mr. Elephant then goes to Mr. Frog's, saying: "Didst thou tell my
sweetheart that I am thy horse?" Mr. Frog says, saying: "No; I did not
say so." They go together to find the sweetheart of Mr. Elephant.
On the way, Mr. Frog told Mr. Elephant, saying: "Grandfather, I have
not strength to walk. Let me get up on thy back!" Mr. Elephant said:
"Get up, my grandson." Mr. Frog then goes up.
When a while passed, he told Mr. Elephant: "Grandfather, I am going to
fall. Let me seek small cords to bind thee in mouth." Mr. Elephant
consents. Mr. Frog then does what he has asked.
When passed a little while, he told again Mr. Elephant, saying: "Let me
seek a green twig to fan the mosquitoes off thee." Mr. Elephant says:
"Go." He then fetches the twig.
Then, when they were about to arrive, the girls saw them, and they went
to meet them with shouting, saying: "Thou, Mr. Elephant, art the horse
indeed of Mr. Frog!"