"No, tell it me."
"There was once upon a time a man climbing a mountain. He had a pot hung on his arm and a cock in his hand. In the other hand he held a staff. On his way he perceived a young girl and invited her to climb the mountain with him. With some little show of reluctance she consented, but as they approached the last house on the mountainside she paused and said:
"'I shall go no farther with you!'
"'Why not?' asked he.
"'Because I fear that when we have gone beyond reach of these houses you will kiss me.'
"'Nay,' answered the man, 'do you not see that both hands are encumbered? In one hand I hold my staff; in the other is a cock and a pot hangs upon my arm.'
"The maiden smiled and they pursued their way. But when they were gone well up on their way the maiden stopped again and said:
"'I shall go no farther with you.'
"'Why not?' asked he.
"'Because I fear that now we are beyond reach of the houses, you will stick your staff in the ground; you will put your cock under your pot, and you will kiss me.'