"It's the donkey race! Eh, it'll be fine of a cold morning in winter.

I can lie snug without getting cold or hurting my chilblains and catch the calves from a distance.

In that corner there, a hit, you hussy! And in that other corner, a hit again! And in that one, another hit.

Ah! if you crawl under the bed I'll whack you with the handle.

Gee up, you jade! Gee up! Gee up!" A slight foam came to his lips, his yellow eyes were starting from their black orbits.