“Give me a little bit of your cake.”
“Here! Take the whole as well, if you like.”
“No, no! A little bit is enough for me.”
And he asks her if she knows of a servant’s place. She says to him,
“Yes; you will find it far beyond the forest. But you will meet an enemy here; but I will give you a stick, with the touch of which you may kill him.”[12]
He goes on, and on, and on. There comes to him a bear, and says to him,
“Ant of the ground! Who has given you permission to come here?”
“Who has given it me? I have taken it myself.”
The lad gives him a little blow with his stick, and the bear gives a howl—
“Oy, oy, oy!—spare my life! Oy, oy, oy!—spare my life!”