"Look at my little leg. Look at my little leg!"

In the meantime the boy had awoke, and had stolen up behind him, and,
while the Nis was least thinking of it, and was going on with his, "Look
at my little leg," the boy tumbled him down into the yard to the dog,
crying out at the same time--

"Look at the whole of him now!"

* * * * *

There lived a man in Thyrsting, in Jutland, who had a Nis in his barn.
This Nis used to attend to his cattle, and at night he would steal
fodder for them from the neighbours, so that this farmer had the best
fed and most thriving cattle in the country.

One time the boy went along with the Nis to Fugleriis to steal corn. The
Nis took as much as he thought he could well carry, but the boy was more
covetous, and said--

"Oh! take more. Sure, we can rest now and then!"

"Rest!" said the Nis. "Rest! and what is rest?"

"Do what I tell you," replied the boy. "Take more, and we shall find
rest when we get out of this."

The Nis took more, and they went away with it, but when they came to the
lands of Thyrsting, the Nis grew tired, and then the boy said to him--