The Clever Jackal and the Wise Revenge.

Once upon a time, in a quiet village nestled beside a wide, sparkling river, lived two unlikely friends—a clever jackal and a gentle camel. Though different in size and nature, the two animals often spent time together, wandering the forests and talking about their lives.

One hot summer afternoon, as the sun beat down upon the land, the jackal came up with an idea. His mouth watered as he thought about the sweet sugarcane growing in the fields on the other side of the river.

“Friend Camel,” said the jackal with excitement in his eyes, “I have heard that the fields across the river are full of fresh, juicy sugarcanes. Would you like to join me for a delicious feast?”

The camel, always kind and trusting, agreed. “I would love that,” he said in his slow, calm voice. “But how will you cross the river? You are small, and the current is strong.”

“Simple!” chirped the jackal. “You can carry me on your back. You’re tall and strong—you’ll walk through the water with ease!”

The camel nodded, and without thinking twice, allowed the jackal to climb on his back. Step by step, he crossed the river, his legs moving carefully through the flowing water. When they reached the other side, they found the sugarcane fields just as the jackal had promised.

The camel began munching peacefully, enjoying the cool breeze and the sweetness of the cane. But the jackal, being his usual mischievous self, had something else in mind. After a few bites, he lifted his head and began howling loudly.

“Aaaaoooooo! Aaaaooooo!”

Startled, the camel looked at his friend. “What are you doing?” he whispered in alarm. “You’ll attract the farmers!”

“I always sing after a good meal!” the jackal said with a grin. “It’s just my habit!”

“But it’s dangerous!” the camel warned. “They’ll come and beat us!”

But it was too late. The farmers heard the howls and came rushing toward the fields with long sticks and loud shouts. The jackal, small and quick, darted away into the bushes. The camel, however, was too large to hide and too slow to run. The farmers beat him with sticks until he finally managed to escape and limp away toward the river.

When the jackal returned, pretending to be innocent, the camel said nothing. He simply let the jackal climb on his back again, and slowly they began to cross the river.

Halfway through the journey, the camel suddenly stopped. The water was deep enough to worry the jackal, who clung tightly to the camel’s hump.

The camel looked back and said in a calm voice, “Dear Jackal, I too have a habit.”

“What habit?” asked the jackal, a little nervous now.

“I always take a bath in the river after I’ve been beaten,” the camel said, smiling slightly.

And with that, the camel bent his knees and plunged into the water, rolling from side to side, splashing and enjoying his “bath.” The jackal lost his grip and was thrown into the river.

Splash! Gurgle! Struggle!

The jackal, not being a good swimmer, flailed around, choking on water. He barely made it to the riverbank, coughing and shivering.

The camel, now on the shore and fully refreshed, looked back and said gently, “Next time you play a trick on someone, remember—they might have a clever way of teaching you a lesson.”

The jackal, cold, wet, and embarrassed, learned that day never to take advantage of a friend’s kindness.

Moral of the Story:

"Betrayal may bring temporary joy, but wisdom always brings justice. Treat others as you wish to be treated."