"Little ass," said I, "tell me what you do be thinking of when you fix your eye on vacancy and stare there for a long time?"
"I do be thinking," said the ass, "of my companions, and sometimes I do be looking at them."
"Who are your companions?"
"Last night I saw the Cyclops striding across a hill; there were forty of them, and each man was forty feet high; they had only one eye in their heads and they looked through that; they looked through it the way a fire stares through a hole and they could see well."
"How do you know they could see well?"
"One of them saw me and he called out to the others; they did not wait, but he waited for a moment; he took me in his arms and he stroked my head; then he put me on the ground and went away, and in ten strides he crossed over the mountain."
"That was a good sight to see!"
"That was a good sight."
"Tell me something else you saw."
"I saw seven girls in a meadow and they were playing together; when they were tired playing they lay on the grass and they went to sleep; I drew near and stretched beside them on the grass, and I watched them for a long time; but when they awakened they disappeared into the air and were gone like puffs of smoke.