The lover drew forth his yard from his drawers and thrust it towards the window.
“Take it, beloved,” quoth he. “Amuse thyself.”
The labourer took the yard in his hand, caressed it once or twice, drew his knife from his pocket, and, with one blow, cut off the member and testicles of the lover. The latter uttered a great cry, and sped amain to his home. The labourer shut the window, sat down on the bench, and made a noise with his mouth, as though eating. The peasant heard the noise and awoke, saying:
“What eatest thou, comrade?”
“I have found a morsel of sausage on the table, but I cannot eat it all, for ‘tis uncooked.”
“No matter if it be uncooked, comrade. Give me a portion to sample.”
“There is not much, friend, but take what is left and eat.” And he gave him the cut-off yard.
The peasant fell to chewing the ‘sausage’ with fine appetite. He chewed and chewed, but could not swallow the morsel.
“What is wrong with it, comrade?” he asked. “‘Tis impossible to eat it. ‘Tis so tough.”
“Put it in the frying-pan, roast it, and then thou wilt be able to eat it.”