We hurried to the nest, where we found the birds already busy with the fruit. I made a sticky mixture of oil and a rubbery tree gum to catch them. The boys brought rods. I smeared the rods with the mixture. Then we placed them in the treetops. When the birds landed, they stuck fast. The more they fluttered, the more stuck they became. Eventually they fell to the ground. The following day was spent in plucking, boiling, roasting, and stewing. For some time nothing more exciting happened. Then one day Jack came home covered in mud and green slime. He looked like he was going to cry! “My dear boy, what has happened?” “I was in the swamp, Father,” he said. “I was on a firm spot when I slipped!” The poor child took a deep breath and continued. “I sunk deeper and deeper. I was soon stuck above my knees! I screamed and screamed. But nobody came!” At that, Jack knelt and patted Fangs fondly. “At last, who should appear but my faithful jackal, Fangs. I cut down all the swamp reeds I could reach.
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