When she was near the town she met a butcher, who said--

"Do you want to sell the cow, mother?"

"Yes," answered she, "I do."

"How much do you want for it?"

"I want a mark for the cow, and you shall have the hen for sixty marks."

"Well," said he, "I have no need of the hen. You can get rid of that
when you come to the town, but I will give you a mark for the cow."

She sold him the cow and got the mark for it, but when she came to the
town she could find no one who would give her sixty marks for a tough
lean hen. So she went back to the butcher and said--

"I cannot get this hen off, master, so you had better take it also with
the cow."

"We will see about it," said the butcher. So he gave her something to
eat, and gave her so much brandy that she became tipsy and lost her
senses, and fell asleep.

When he saw that, the butcher dipped her in a barrel of tar, and then
laid her on a heap of feathers.

When she awoke she found herself feathered all over, and wondered at
herself.