Once day, having learned that
the King of Fez was hunting
lions in the neighbourhood,
they decided to invite him and
his court, and killed a number
of sheep in his honour. The
sovereign had dinner and
went to bed. Wishing to show
their generosity, they placed a
huge goatskin bottle before
his door and agreed to fill it up
with milk for the royal
breakfast.
The villagers all had to milk
their goats and then each of
them had to tip his bucket into
the container. Given its great
size, each of them said to
himself that he might just as
well dilute his milk with a good
quantity of water without
anyone noticing.
To the extent that, in the
morning, such a thin liquid
was poured out for the king
and his court that it had no
taste than the taste of
meanness and greed.
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