` Now , ' continued Mohammed , ` let the old woman get down from your back . ' ` Oh no , I must n't do that ! ' cried he . But the nephew paid no attention , and went on talking : ` Do not worry yourself about the future . I see my way out of it all . And , first , you must take my stick and my mantle and leave this place . After two days ' journey , straight before you , you will come to some tents which are inhabited by shepherds . Go in there , and wait . ' ` All right ! ' answered the uncle . Then Mohammed with the Magic Finger picked up a stick and struck the old woman with it , saying , ` Get down , and look after the sheep ; I want to go to sleep . ' ` Oh , certainly ! ' replied she . So Mohammed lay down comfortably under a tree and slept till evening . Towards sunset he woke up and said to the old woman : ` Where are the singing birds which you have got to catch ? ' ` You never told me anything about that , ' replied she . ` Oh , did n't I ? ' he answered . ` Well , it is part of your business , and if you do n't do it , I shall just kill you . ' ` Of course I will catch them ! '
cried she in a hurry , and ran about the bushes XXXXX the birds , till thorns pierced her foot , and she shrieked from pain and exclaimed , ` Oh dear , how unlucky I am !
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