Then Little Klaus told him how he had lost his way , and begged to be allowed to spend the night there . ` Yes , certainly , ' said the farmer ; ` but we must first have something to eat ! ' The wife received them both very kindly , spread a long table , and gave them a large plate of porridge . The farmer was hungry , and ate with a good appetite ; but Little Klaus could not help thinking of the delicious dishes of fish and roast meats and cakes which he knew were in the oven . Under the table at his feet he had laid the sack with the horse-skin in it , for , as we know , he was going to the town to sell it . The porridge did not taste good to him , so he trod upon his sack , and the dry skin in the sack squeaked loudly . ` Hush ! ' said Little Klaus to his sack , at the same time treading on it again so that it squeaked even louder than before . ` Hallo ! what have you got in your sack ? ' asked the farmer . ` Oh , it is a wizard ! ' said Little Klaus . ` He says we should not eat porridge , for he has conjured the whole oven full of roast meats and fish and cakes . ' ` Goodness me ! ' said the farmer ; and opening the oven he saw all the delicious , tempting dishes his wife had hidden there , but which he now believed the wizard in the sack had conjured up for them . The wife could say nothing , but she put the food at once on the table , and they ate the fish , the roast meat , and the cakes . Little Klaus now trod again on his sack , so that the skin squeaked . ` What does he say now ? ' asked the farmer .
` He says , ' replied Little Klans , ` that he has also conjured up XXXXX us three bottles of wine ; they are standing in the corner by the oven ! '
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