So on and on he walked, with the dog following behind. And when they had gone in this way the better part of a league, they saw a cart on the roadside with a donkey harnessed thereto, holding his head down. On a bank, at the side of the road, between two clumps of thistles, reclined a man. He was very fat, and in one hand he held the knuckle-end of a leg of mutton, and in the other hand a bottle. He gnawed the knuckle-bone and drank from the bottle, but when he was doing neither of these things he would fall to weeping and groaning. Ulenspiegel stopped on his way, and the dog stopped too, but quickly jumped up on to the bank, smelling doubtless a good odour of liver and mutton. There he sat on his hind legs by the fat man's side, and began to paw at the stranger's doublet, as much as to say, "Please give me a share of your meal!" But the man elbowed him off, and holding up the knuckle-bone in the air began to moan aloud most piteously. The dog did likewise in the eagerness of his desire, while the donkey (who was weary of being tied to the cart and thus prevented from getting at the thistles) set up, in his turn, a most piercing bray. "What's the matter now, Jan?" the man inquired of his donkey. "Nothing," said Ulenspiegel, answering for him, "except that he would fain make his breakfast off those thistles that grow there on either side of you, like the thistles that are carved on the rood-screen at Tessenderloo, below the figure of Our Lord. Nor would this dog here, I'm thinking, be any the less inclined to join his jaws together on the bone you have got there. But in the meanwhile I will give him a piece of this liver of mine." The man looked up at Ulenspiegel, who straightway recognized him as none other than his friend Lamme Goedzak of Damme. "Lamme," he cried, "you here? And what are you doing, eating and drinking and moaning? Has some soldier or other been so impertinent as to box your ears, or what's the matter? Tell me." "Alas!" said Lamme, "my wife!" And he would have emptied his bottle of wine there and then had not Ulenspiegel laid a hand on his arm and suggested that it were fairer that the drink should be given to him that had none. "Besides," he added, "to drink thus distractedly profits naught but one's kidneys." "Well said," answered Lamme, handing his friend the bottle, "but will you drink, I wonder, to any better purpose?" Ulenspiegel took the bottle, drank his fill, then handed it back again. "Call me a Spaniard," he said, "if I've left enough to make a minnow drunk!" Lamme inspected the bottle. Then, without ever ceasing to groan, he rummaged in his wallet and produced another bottle, and another piece of sausage which he cut up in slices and began to munch in the most melancholy fashion. "Do you never stop eating, Lamme?" asked Ulenspiegel.