“This is the ground of my father.
Who are you, digging my father’s ground?
Pick, break into small pieces;
Sods, return to your places.”
It was so.
Then the man tightened his fingers and caught the bird. He came up out of the place of concealment. [[32]]
He said to the bird: “As for you who spoil the work of this garden, you will not see the sun any more. With this sharp stone I will cut off your head!”
Then the bird said to him: “I am not a bird that should be killed. I am a bird that can make milk.”
The man said: “Make some, then.”
The bird made some milk in his hand. The man tasted it. It was very nice milk.