Wit in the head
And a club in the hand!
At this a bright thought struck the Man, and he resolved to try his luck. So he poured the grain from his sack upon the ground and said to Petz:
“I am a pious Christian and have not yet prepared for death, either by confession or penance. So do you, Mrs. Petz, step into this sack, and as penance for all my sins I will carry you around the field, heavy as you are. When I have gone around the field two or three times with you on my back, you may do with me what you like.”
“Gracious Heaven,” cried Mrs. Petz, “how high I shall hold my head when people say that a man carried me around upon his shoulders!” But scarcely had she crawled into the sack when the Man tied it up tight and belabored her head with his ox-goad until she gave up the ghost.
Then Reinecke stepped up to the Man and asked, “And what am I to get, Man, for the good counsel I gave you?”
“What shall I give you?” asked the Man. “Will you have geese?”
“No.”
“Ducks?”
“No.”