But no sausage is available.

At this point a stray dog wanders upon the stage.

With a cry of delight the famished Teuton seizes the unfortunate cur and joyously announcing that now sausage he will have, forthwith disappears.

Immediately from the wings arise agonised canine howlings with which mingles the crashing of machinery.

Gradually the howlings die into choking silence while the crash of the machinery proceeds for a few moments longer.