Once, a hunter lived in a village. He used to boast of his brave hunting trips to thevillagers. The villagers respected him a lot. He mostly told everyone bow he had fought
a lion bare handed or of killing an elephant with a single bullet. He said that the tiny
animals used to get scared even at the sight of him.
One day, the hunter was passing through a forest. A woodcutter from the same
village was busy cutting trees. The boastful bunter approached him and said, "How are
you? It's a fine day, isn't it?" "Yes. Yes, indeed!" the woodcutter replied. "Well, can you
tell me if you have seen some footprints of the lion nearby? It's been months since I
killed any.
The woodcutter knew that the hunter only boasted. So he said. "Yes, a lion is in a
nearby den. Can I take you there?" But the scared huntar said, "No... No... I only just
wanted to see his footprints."
Finally, the boastful hunter ran away from the spot. In fact he was afraid of lions.
How did the hunter feel when the woodcutter
said that there was a lion in a nearby den?​