Narratives
The Hoelle 
The Jackal Opened His Bundle of Betel-Leaves 
All Reached the King’s Capital Safe and Sound 
A Great Many Ghosts 
She Brushed by a Sankchinni 
He Was Striking for My Head 
He Leaped on Me without a Word 
I Threw Up the Window and Climbed In 
That Girl Is My Wife 
Chime Again the Old Stories 
Come, Little One 
The Drinker Fell Asleep