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enraged exclaimed, [“]Cursed dog[,] what are you doing [?”] Immediately the luckless Melech Mahommed made a bound and assumed the shape of a dog. Then the servants ran and by did of hard blows drove him out of the palace Melech Mahommed said to himself ::Black be the hour and black the day ::That led my wandering wide astray After running up and down and lingering here and there for some time the poor dog[,] quite ashamed of his condition[,] turned towards the city[.] Danish Bait had mounted his horse and was proceeding to court when the dog ran and crawled beneath the horse[‘]s belly and cowering fawned among his feet[.] Danish Bait immediately comprehended the matter. “Ah,” thought he, “it is that unhappy Nephew of mine that has got into this disgraceful situation.” He immediately ordered him to be carried to the dog kennel “As long as he lives” thought he “he shall wear a dog[‘]s collar round his neck.” Melech Mahommed saw that he had nothing for him but to trust to providence and