"That little drop!" says the man. "Why, there's not enough water there
to wet the back of my throat if I were to drink it at one gulp."

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

The Drinker sat down with them, and again they flew on, singing in
chorus.

They flew on and on, and looked down, and there was a man walking
towards the forest, with a fagot of wood on his shoulders.

"Good-day to you, uncle," says the Fool. "Why are you taking wood to
the forest?"

"This isn't simple wood," says the man.

"What is it, then?" says the Fool.

"If it is scattered about, a whole army of soldiers leaps up out of
the ground."

"There's a place for you with us," says the Fool.

The man sat down with them, and the ship rose up into the air, and
flew on, carrying its singing crew.

They flew on and on, and looked down, and there was a man carrying a
sack of straw.

"Good health to you, uncle," says the Fool; "and where are you taking