In the morning the Kwaebakker, coming to see how much work Ulenspiegel had done, found him still bolting and said to him:
“Does flour now cost nothing at all that it should be bolted on the ground like this?”
“I bolted the flour in the moonlight as you had bidden me,” answered Ulenspiegel.
The baker replied:
“Pack-donkey, it was in a sieve you should have done it.”
“I thought the moon was a new-fangled kind of sieve,” replied Ulenspiegel. “But there will be no great loss, I will scrape up the flour.”
“It is too late,” answered the Kwaebakker, “to get ready the dough and to bake it.”
Ulenspiegel rejoined:
“Baes, our neighbour’s dough is ready in the mill; shall I go and take that?”
“Go to the gallows,” replied the Kwaebakker, “and fetch what is on that.”