The mourning willow said:
“Then, first and foremost, allow us to heal your wound so that if the hunter arrives, you are well enough to escape from his hands.”
The rivulet started to wash the wounded leg of the deer and said:
“Fortunately, your wound is not so deep. The arrow has passed from besides the flesh of your leg and has wounded it.”
The deer whose injured leg had begun to feel more pain in the hands of the rivulet, weeping and groaning said:
“You do not know with what difficulty and pain I have escaped from the hands of the hunter.”
