“Hens?”
“No.”
“Then what the mischief do you want?”
“I want to bite off your nose.”
At this the man thought to himself, “What the dickens! How should I look going around without a nose?”
Cold sweat broke out all over him, and he cried aloud in agony. Reinecke heard him, and said, “Oho, what does this mean?”
Step into this sack, ... and I will carry you around the field
The Man gave a second and a third cry; it startled the Master, and he asked, “Now what’s all this about?”