and they flew on together singing songs.

They flew on and on, and looked down, and there was a man on one leg,
with the other tied up to his head.

"Good-day, uncle," says the Fool, bringing the ship to the ground.
"Why are you hopping along on one foot?"

"If I were to untie the other I should move too fast. I should be
stepping across the world in a single stride."

"Sit down with us," says the Fool.

The man sat down with them in the ship, and they flew on together
singing songs.

They flew on and on, and looked down, and there was a man with a gun,
and he was taking aim, but what he was aiming at they could not see.

"Good health to you, uncle," says the Fool. "But what are you shooting
at? There isn't a bird to be seen."

"What!" says the man. "If there were a bird that you could see, I
should not shoot at it. A bird or a beast a thousand versts away,
that's the sort of mark for me."

"Take your seat with us," says the Fool.

The man sat down with them in the ship, and they flew on together.
Louder and louder rose their songs.