Finding himself in the Friday Market, near the Dulle-Griet, the Great Cannon, Ulenspiegel lay down flat on his face on the pavement.
A coalman came and said to him:
“What are you doing there?”
“I am damping my nose to know which way the wind blows,” replied Ulenspiegel.
A carpenter came along.
“Do you take the pavement,” said he, “for a mattress?”
“There are some,” replied Ulenspiegel, “who will soon take it for a quilt.”
A monk stopped.
“What is this moon calf doing there?” he asked.
“He is on his face begging for your blessing, Father,” replied Ulenspiegel.