“Mr. Wolf, if you were good enough to let me go and hear one mass——?”
He says to him, “Well! yes.”
Our ass goes off then. When he gets into the church he shuts the door inside with his foot, and stops quietly there.
When the wolf began to get impatient at waiting, he said:
“Ay, ay, what a long mass! one would say it was Palm Sunday.”
The ass said to him:
“Dirty old wolf, have patience. I am staying here with the angels, and I have my life (safe) for to-night.”
“Ay, ay, you bad ass, you are too, too, filthy, you know. If ever you meet with me again, mass you shall not hear.”
The ass said to him:
“There are no dogs round the fold of Alagaia; if you go there you would get lots of sheep.”