There was a country the king of which was named Shula Raja. Now there came a king to attack it, and afterwards that king was routed in the battle, and all his soldiers were scattered; and many of his soldiers and elephants and horses were killed, and all his implements and his war-drums remained in the middle of the plain. And jackals came from the jungle and ate the carcases. Then a strong wind cane and blew the branches of the trees so that they kept striking against each other, and they struck against the war-drums, and the drums sounded. And all the jackals were startled and every one of them ran away, wondering at each other. Now one jackal thought, “Whatever is this noise? For there is not a single man here.” So he approached the drums, and saw that there was no one, but merely the branches of the trees were striking the drums; so then he split the drums, and saw that they were empty,—there was nothing inside them. Then all the jackals came back again to eat the carcases. Such is the story; so for this reason do not trouble yourself at all about such noises.—Kalilah dan Daminah.