She went away home, and presently the Man, wife, and children all went to bed. Early next morning the Man got up and went out to till his field. He yoked his oxen, filled a sack with grain, put it and a plough into the cart, and with a "Gee-up, you oxen!" set out for his field, which lay on the edge of the forest. He was just about to begin ploughing when Mrs. Petz came along. "Oho, cousin, so there you are! Didn't you promise me, trust and true, not to say a word to mortal soul of what had happened to me, and didn't you go home and tell the whole story to your wife and children? Hey?" But the Man replied, "Friend, what an idea! I haven't said a word to any one." "Silence!" interrupted the Bear. "I was listening under your window." Then the Man thought to himself, "Well, the cat is out of the bag, sure enough. She knows the whole story." "And now," said Mrs. Petz, "it is all up with you." Now little Master Reinecke was listening to all this, and he rustled in the bushes with his tail, and cried: Man, Man! Wit in the head And a club in the hand! For, in fact, the moujik had a mighty ox-goad in his hand, and he stood there quaking with fear of the enraged She-bear, and trying to contrive how he should get out of the scrape. Reinecke never stopped crying: Man, Man! Wit in the head And a club in the hand! At this a bright thought struck the Man, and he resolved to try his luck. So he poured the grain from his sack upon the ground and said to Petz: "I am a pious Christian and have not yet prepared for death, either by confession or penance. So do you, Mrs. Petz, step into this sack, and as penance for all my sins I will carry you around the field, heavy as you are. When I have gone around the field two or three times with you on my back, you may do with me what you like." "Gracious Heaven," cried Mrs. Petz, "how high I shall hold my head when people say that a man carried me around upon his shoulders!" But scarcely had she crawled into the sack when the Man tied it up tight and belabored her head with his ox-goad until she gave up the ghost. Then Reinecke stepped up to the Man and asked, "And what am I to get, Man, for the good counsel I gave you?" "What shall I give you?" asked the Man. "Will you have geese?" "No." "Ducks?" "No." "Hens?" "No." "Then what the mischief do you want?" "I want to bite off your nose." At this the man thought to himself, "What the dickens! How should I look going around without a nose?" Cold sweat broke out all over him, and he cried aloud in agony. Reinecke heard him, and said, "Oho, what does this mean?" The Man gave a second and a third cry; it startled the Master, and he asked, "Now what's all this about?" "Oh, nothing," replied the Man; "only last evening I fed nine hunting-dogs, and they are trying with all their might to get out!"