They flew on and on, and looked down, and there was a man carrying a
sack full of bread on his back.

"Good health to you, uncle," says the Fool, sailing down. "And where
are you off to?"

"I am going to get bread for my dinner."

"But you've got a full sack on your back."

"That--that little scrap! Why, that's not enough for a single
mouthful."

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

The Eater sat down with them in the ship, and they flew on together,
singing louder than ever.

They flew on and on, and looked down, and there was a man walking
round and round a lake.

"Good health to you, uncle," says the Fool. "What are you looking
for?"

"I want a drink, and I can't find any water."

"But there's a whole lake in front of your eyes. Why can't you take a
drink from that?"