If you fear not to catch the louse
Then I should love to be your spouse.
And Vierselin Tigoboth approached, his lips full of kisses: "I love you! It is pooh! O beloved!"
Soon there were nothing but sighs, the songs of birds and of russet and horned little hares, like elves, fleet as the seven-league boots, passing by Vierselin Tigoboth and Macarée, prone under the power of love behind the plumtrees.
Then Macarée was off on the old contraption.
And sad unto death, Vierselin Tigoboth cursed the instrument of velocity which rolled away and vanished behind the terraced rotunda, at the same moment that the musician began to make water while humming a jingle...
André Dérain
[III. GESTATION]
Macarée soon became aware that she had conceived by Vierselin Tigoboth.