The tailor, seeing this, cried out:
“What have you made, in the devil’s name?”
“A wolf,” replied Ulenspiegel.
“Evil mocker,” said the tailor, “I had told you a wolf, it is true, but you know that wolf is said of a peasant’s jerkin.”
Sometime after he said:
“Boy, cast these sleeves on to this doublet before you go to your bed.”
Ulenspiegel hung up the doublet on a nail and spent the whole night throwing the sleeves at it.
The tailor came down to the noise.
“Good-for-naught,” said he, “what new ill trick are you playing me now?”
“Is that an ill trick?” answered Ulenspiegel. “See those sleeves, I have thrown them all night long against the doublet, and they don’t stick to it yet.”