. Just so stories for litle children. d they left a big hole in the ground all full of dust and smoke. If youlook in the corner, close to the thing that looks like a lion, you will seeSuleiman-bin-Daoud with his magic stick and the two Butterflies behindhim. The thing that looks like a lion is really a lion carved in stone, andthe thing that looks like a milk-can is really a piece of a temple or a houseor something. Suleiman-bin-Daoud stood there so as to be out of the wayof the dust and the smoke when the Djinns lifted up the Palace. I dontknow the Djinns names. They were servants of Suleiman
. Just so stories for litle children. d they left a big hole in the ground all full of dust and smoke. If youlook in the corner, close to the thing that looks like a lion, you will seeSuleiman-bin-Daoud with his magic stick and the two Butterflies behindhim. The thing that looks like a lion is really a lion carved in stone, andthe thing that looks like a milk-can is really a piece of a temple or a houseor something. Suleiman-bin-Daoud stood there so as to be out of the wayof the dust and the smoke when the Djinns lifted up the Palace. I dontknow the Djinns names. They were servants of Suleiman-bin-Daoudsmagic ring, and they changed about every day. They were just commongull-winged Djinns. The thing at the bottom is a picture of a very friendly Djinn calledAkraig. He used to feed the little fishes in the sea three times a day,and his wings were made of pure copper. I put him in to show you whata nice Djinn is like. He did not help to lift the Palace. He was busyfeeding little fishes in the Arabian Sea when it happened. 24O. 241 The Butterfly that Stamped 243 So he stamped once more, and that instantthe Djinns let down the Palace and the gardens,without even a bump. The sun shone on thedark-green orange leaves; the fountains playedamong the pink Egyptian lilies; the birds wenton singing, and the Butterflys Wife lay on herside under the camphor-tree waggling herwings and panting, Oh, Ill be good! Illbe good! Suleiman-bin-Daoud could hardly speak forlaughing. He leaned back all weak and hic-coughy, and shook his finger at the Butterflyand said, O great wizard, what is the sense ofreturning to me my Palace if at the same timeyou slay me with mirth! Then came a terrible noise, for all the ninehundred and ninety-nine Queens ran out of thePalace shrieking and shouting and calling fortheir babies. They hurried down the greatmarble steps below the fountain, one hundredabreast, and the Most Wise Balkis went statelilyforward to meet them and said, What is yourtrouble, O Queens
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