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 the fool, and impressed upon him very strongly on no account to say: "Strike, strike, my little sticks!"

Mehmed took the sticks, and first he turned them to the right and then to the left, but could make nothing of them. Then he thought he would just try the effect of saying: "Strike, strike, my little sticks!" and no sooner were the words out of his mouth than the sticks fell upon him unmercifully, and belaboured him on every part of the body that can feel—the head, the foot, the arm, the back—till he was nothing but one big ache. "Stop, stop, my little sticks!" cried he, and lo! the two sticks were still. Then, for all his aches and pains, Mehmed rejoiced greatly that he had found out the mystery.

He had no sooner got home with the two sticks than he called together all the villagers, but said not a word about what he meant to do. In less than a couple of hours everybody had assembled there, and awaited the new show with great curiosity. Then Mehmed came with his two sticks and cried: "Strike, strike, my little sticks, strike, strike!" whereupon the two sticks gave the whole lot of them such a rub-a-dub-dubbing that it was as much as they could do to howl for mercy. "Now," said Mehmed, who was getting his wits back again, "I'll have no mercy till you have given back to me my little table and my little mill."