A tribal chief down on his luck decided to marry off his three daughters... For in those days' suitors paid a bridal price, and the chief thought he could live off what his daughters would fetch him... and at the same time ensure that his children would be secure and provided for. Now, it was a point of rivalry between the girls to see who would fetch the best price among them for their father. After arguing about it for days, they would finally see who was worth the most. The eldest was first and was the most beautiful of the three. Her prospective groom came forward and presented her father with a gorgeous she-cow, sleek and fat, the pride of the valley's herds. The second daughter was not so comely, but handsome in her own right... and when her suitor came forward, he offered the father a likely looking young goat, strong and lively, a fine prize for any household. The third daughter stepped forward. Her future husband took one look at her and then presented a single scrawny chicken, the saddest, sorriest thing anyone had ever seen... with most of its feathers gone, walked with a limp, and only had one eye. The third daughter was furious, but before she could say anything, her father took out a huge hunting knife... leapt forward without a word and started hacking away at the pathetic bird mercilessly. "That's right!" the third daughter hooted. "You will pay for this grievous insult to my honor!" "Shut up!" her father shouted... "I'm trying to give the man his change!"
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