‘Good evening, Hans. Where have you been?’
‘Been to see Grettel, Mother.’
‘What did you take her?’
‘I took her nothing, Mother. She gave me something.’
‘What did she give you, Hans?’
‘She gave me a calf, Mother.’
‘What did you do with the calf?’
‘Put it on my head, Mother, and it kicked my face.’
‘That was very stupid, Hans. You should have led it by a rope, and put it in the cow-stall.’
‘Never mind, Mother; I’ll do better next time.’