Emperor Akbar was in the habit of putting riddles and puzzles to his courtiers. He often asked questions which were strange and witty. It took much wisdom to answer these questions. Once he asked a very strange question. The courtiers were dumb folded by his question. Akbar glanced at his courtiers. As he looked, one by one the heads began to hang low in search of an answer. It was at this moment that Birbal entered the courtyard. Birbal who knew the nature of the emperor quickly grasped the situation and asked, "May I know the question so that I can try for an answer". Akbar said, "How many crows are there in this city?" Without even a moment's thought, Birbal replied "There are fifty thousand five hundred and eighty nine crows, my lord". "How can you be so sure?" asked Akbar. Birbal said, "Make you men count, My lord. If you find more crows it means some have come to visit their relatives here. If you find less number of crows it means some have gone to visit their relatives elsewhere". Akbar was pleased very much by Birbal's wit. Once a wolf killed a lamb and started eating it. Suddenly a piece of bone stuck in its throat. It cried out of pain and called for help. There came a crane. The wolf lured the crane that it will give lot of rewards. The greedy crane immediately agreed and removed the piece of bone with its long nose. The wolf was relieved of its pain. Then the crane asked for the rewards. The wolf laughed at the crane and said, "I have already rewarded you without biting your head. Run away from here, else I will kill you". The crane was very much disappointed and ran way to save its life. Once upon a time there lived an old goat who had seven young ones whom she loved as every mother loves her children. One day she wanted to go into the forest to fetch some food so calling her seven young ones together, she said, “Dear children, I am going away into the forest. Be careful about the wolf. If he comes here he will eat you all up. He often disguises himself. But you can make him out by his rough voice and his black feet." The little goats replied, "Dear mother, we will be very careful and obey your words. You may go away without any fear." So the mother goat left her dear children and went into the forest. The little goats locked their house carefully from inside and shut the windows tightly. Not long after-wards, somebody knocked at the door and called out, "Open, my dear children. I am your mother and I got something for each one of you." But the little goats found from the rough voice that it was a wolf and so they said. "We will not open the door. You are not our mother. She has a gentle and loving voice. But yours is gruff. You are a wolf." So the wolf went away and he ate some chalk and by that means rendered his voice more gentle. Then he came back, knocked at the door and said. "Open, my dear children. Your mother has come home." But the wolf had placed his black paws near the opening of the door, so the little goats saw them and replied, “No, we will not open the door. Our mother has no black feet. You are a wolf." So the wolf went away and dipped his black foot in white chalk powder and turned them white in colour. The little goats were terribly frightened and tried to hide themselves. One ran under the table. The second got into the bed. The third into the cupboard and the fourth into the kitchen and the fifth into the oven and the sixth into the wash-tub. Finally the seventh hid herself in the clock-case.