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The Flying Lion

Source: Outa Karel's Stories

"Once upon a time," remarked Outa, thoughtfully, "Oom Leeuw used
to fly."

"O-o-o-oh!" said the children all together, and their eyes widened
with terror at the picture called up by Outa's words.

"Yes, my baasjes, and then nothing could live before him. His wings
were not covered with feathers: they were like the wings of Brother
Bat, all skin and ribs; but they were very big, and very thick,
and very strong, and when he wasn't flying they were folded flat
against his sides. When he was angry he let the points down to the
ground--tr-r-r-r--like Oubaas Turkey when he gobble-gobble-gobbles
and struts before his wives--tr-r-r-r, and when he wanted to rise from
the ground he spread them out and flapped them up and down slowly at
first--so, my baasjes; then faster and faster--so, so, so--till he
made a big wind with them and sailed away into the air."

Outa, flapping his crooked arms and puffing out his disproportionate
chest, seemed about to follow suit, but suddenly subsided again on
to his stool.

"Ach, but it was a terrible sight! Then, when he was high above the
earth, he would look down for something to kill. If he saw a herd of
springbokke he would fly along till he was just over them, and pick
out a nice fat one; then he would stretch out his iron claws, fold
his wings and--woops!--down he would fall on the poor bokkie before
it had time to jump away. Yes, that was the way Oom Leeuw hunted in
the olden times.

"There was only one thing he was afraid of, and that was that the
bones of the animals he caught and ate would be broken to pieces. No
one knew why, and everyone was too frightened of Oom Leeuw to try and
find out. He used to keep them all at his home in the krantzes, and he
had crows to look after them, two at a time--not like the ugly black
crows that build in the willow-trees near the dam, but White Crows,
the kind that come only once in many years. As soon as a white crow
baby was found it was taken to Oom Leeuw--that was his order; then he
kept it in the krantzes of the mountains and let it grow big; and when
the old White Crows died the next eldest became watchmen, and so there
were always White Crows to watch the bones when Oom Leeuw went hunting.

"But one day while he was away Brother Big Bullfrog came along,
hop-hop-hoppity-hop, hop-hop-hoppity-hop, and said: 'Why do you sit
here all day, you Whitehead Crows?'

"And the White Crows said: 'We sit here to look after the bones for
Oom Leeuw.'

"'Ach, but you must be tired of sitting!' said Brother Big Bullfrog,
'You fly away a little and stretch your wings. I will sit here and
look after the bones.'

"The White Crows looked this way and that way, up and down and
all round, but no! they couldn't see Oom Leeuw, and they thought:
'Now is our chance to get away for a fly.'

"So they said 'Cr-r-raw, cr-r-raw!' and stretched out their wings
and flew away.

"Brother Big Bullfrog called out after them: 'Don't hurry back. Stay
as long as you like. I will take care of the bones.'

"But as soon as they were gone he said: 'Now I shall find out why Oom
Leeuw keeps the bones from being broken. Now I shall see why men and
animals can live no longer.' And he went from one end to the other
of Oom Leeuw's house at the bottom of the krantz, breaking all the
bones he could find.

"Ach, but he worked quickly! Crack! crack, crack, crack! Wherever
he went he broke bones. Then when he had finished he hopped away,
hop-hop-hoppity-hop, hop-hop-hoppity-hop, as fast as he could. When
he had nearly reached his dam in the veld, the White Crows overtook
him. They had been to the krantz and, foei! they were frightened when
they saw all the broken bones.

"'Craw, craw!' they said, 'Brother Big Bullfrog, why are you so
wicked? Oom Leeuw will be so angry. He will bite off our nice white
heads--craw, craw!--and without a head, who can live?'

"But Brother Big Bullfrog pretended he didn't hear. He just hopped
on as fast as he could, and the White Crows went after him.

"'It's no good hopping away, Brother Bullfrog,' they said. 'Oom Leeuw
will find you wherever you are, and with one blow of his iron claws
he will kill you.'

"But old Brother Big Bullfrog didn't take any notice. He just hopped
on, and when he came to his dam he sat back at the edge of the water
and blinked the beautiful eyes in his ugly old head, and said: 'When
Oom Leeuw comes tell him I am the man who broke the bones. Tell him
I live in this dam, and if he wants to see me he must come here.'

"The White Crows were very cross. They flew down quickly to peck
Brother Big Bullfrog, but they only dug their beaks into the
soft mud, because Brother Big Bullfrog wasn't sitting there any
longer. Kabloops! he had dived into the dam, and the White Crows
could only see the rings round the place where he had made a hole in
the water.

"Oom Leeuw was far away in the veld, waiting for food, waiting for
food. At last he saw a herd of zebras--the little striped horses that
he is very fond of--and he tried to fly up so that he could fall on
one of them, but he couldn't. He tried again, but no, he couldn't. He
spread out his wings and flapped them, but they were quite weak,
like baasjes' umbrella when the ribs are broken.

"Then Oom Leeuw knew there must be something wrong at his house, and he
was toch too angry. He struck his iron claws into the ground and roared
and roared. Softly he began, like thunder far away rolling through the
kloofs, then louder and louder, till--hoor-rr-rr-rr, hoor-rr-rr-rr--the
earth beneath him seemed to shake. It was a terrible noise.

"But all his roaring did not help him, he couldn't fly, and at last
he had to get up and walk home. He found the poor White Crows nearly
dead with fright, but they soon found out that he could no longer fly,
so they were not afraid of him.

"'Hoor-rr-rr-rr, hoor-rr-rr-rr!' he roared. 'What have you done to
make my wings so weak?'

"And they said: 'While Oom was away someone came and broke all
the bones.'

"And Oom Leeuw said: 'You were put here to watch them. It is your
fault that they are broken, and to punish you I am going to bite your
stupid white heads off. Hoor-rr-rr-rr!'

"He sprang towards them, but now that they knew he couldn't fly they
were not afraid of him. They flew away and sailed round in the air
over his head, just too high for him to reach, and they called out:
'Ha! ha! ha! Oom cannot catch us! The bones are broken, and his wings
are useless. Now men and animals can live again. We will fly away
and tell them the good news.'

"Oom Leeuw sprang into the air, first to one side and then to the
other, striking at them, but he couldn't reach them, and when he
found all his efforts were in vain, he rolled on the ground and roared
louder than ever.

"The White Crows flew round him in rings, and called out:
'Ha! ha! ha! he can no longer fly! He only rolls and roars! The man
who broke the bones said: "If Oom Leeuw wants me he can come and look
for me at the dam." Craw, craw,' and away they flew.

"Then Oom Leeuw thought: 'Wait, I'll get hold of the one who broke
the bones. I'll get him.' So he went to the dam, and there was old
Brother Bullfrog sitting in the sun at the water's edge. Oom Leeuw
crept up slowly, quietly, like a skelm, behind Brother Bullfrog.

"'Ha! now I've got him,' he thought, and made a spring, but Brother
Bullfrog said, 'Ho!' and dived in--kabloops!--and came up at the
other side of the dam, and sat there blinking in the sun.

"Oom Leeuw ran round as hard as he could, and was just going to spring,
when--kabloops!--Brother Bullfrog dived in again and came up at the
other side of the dam.

"And so it went on. Each time, just when Oom Leeuw had nearly caught
him, Brother Bullfrog dived in--kabloops!--and called out 'Ho!' from
the other side of the dam.

"Then at last Oom Leeuw saw it was no use trying to catch Brother
Bullfrog, so he went home to see if he could mend the broken bones. But
he could not, and from that day he could no longer fly, only walk upon
his iron claws. Also, from that day he learned to creep quietly like a
skelm after his game, and though he still catches them and eats them,
he is not as dangerous as he was when he could fly.

"And the White Crows can no longer speak. They can only say, 'Craw,

"But old Brother Big Bullfrog still goes hop-hop-hoppity-hop round
about the dam, and whenever he sees Oom Leeuw he just says 'Ho!' and
dives into the water--kabloops!--as fast as he can, and sits there
laughing when he hears Oom Leeuw roar with anger."

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