'There is not enough fodder for five tails…it's no good pretending.'
'Well, then, what will you do?'
'How do I know?'
'Perhaps one could…'
'Maybe sell one of them…' finished the husband.
The word had fallen.
Next time Slimak went to the inn he gave Josel a hint, who passed it on at once to two butchers in the little town.
When they came to the cottage, Slimakowa refused to speak to them and
Magda began to cry. Slimak took them to the yard.
'Well, how is it, gospodarz, you want to sell a cow?'
'How can I tell?'