He came down to the spring to play with other children.

You see that pear tree?
On a day like this--a pleasant afternoon--he clambered up it, and from that bough, which overhangs the fountain, he fell and broke his little neck upon those stones.

Alas, our little neighbour! Oh, would that thou had lived to bury us, our little neighbour!" And everyone began to rock and wail anew.
'The stranger stood and looked upon them for a moment, then he shouted: "Tfu 'aleykum!"[6] and spat upon the ground.

No other word did he vouchsafe to them, but walked away; and he continued walking till he reached his native home.

There, sitting in his ancient seat, he told his wife: '"Take comfort, O beloved! I have found one filthier."' Suleyman declared the story finished.
'Is there a moral to it ?' asked Rashid.
'The moral is self-evident,' replied the story-teller.