"Let go of my earlock, Getzel. Take my advice, and let go of my earlock!"
"A plague!"
"Then you'll have no earlock, Getzel."
"Then you, Goyetzel, will have no ear."
"Oh!"
"Oh! Oh!"
. . . . .
Epilogue
For several minutes our Getzel rolled on the ground. Now he lay right side up, and now he lay left side up. He held his pocketful of nuts with both hands.... One minute Goyetzel was victorious. The next it was Getzel, until he got up from the ground covered with dirt, like a pig. He was torn to pieces, had a bleeding ear, and a torn earlock. He took all the nuts from his pocket, and threw them into the mud of the river, far away, behind the mill. He muttered angrily:
"That's right. It's a good deed."