Once there was a presidente3 who was very unjust to his people, and one day he became so angry that he wished he had horns so that he might frighten them. No sooner had he made this rash wish, than horns began to grow on his head.
 
He sent for a barber who came to his house to cut his hair, and as he worked the presidente asked:
 
“What do you see on my head?”
 
“I see nothing,” answered the barber; for although he could see the horns plainly, he was afraid to say so.
 
Soon, however, the presidente put up his hands and felt the horns, and then when he inquired again the barber told him that he had two horns.
 
“If you tell anyone what you have seen, you shall be hanged,” said the presidente as the barber started away, and he was greatly frightened.
 
When he reached home, the barber did not intend to tell anyone, for he was afraid; but as he thought of his secret more and more, the desire to tell someone became so strong that he knew he could not keep it. Finally he went to the field and dug a hole under some bamboo, and when the hole was large enough he crawled in and whispered that the presidente had [182]h............