immediately afterwards the water parted, and not only the head of the man, but half of his body also arose. he stretched out his arms longingly towards her, but a second wave came up, covered him, and drew him down again. "alas, what does it profit me?" said the unhappy woman, "that i should see my beloved, only to lose him again!" despair filled her heart anew, but the dream led her a third time to the house of the old woman. she set out, and the wise woman gave her a golden spinning-wheel, consoled her and said, "all is not yet fulfilled, tarry until the time of the full moon, then take the spinning-wheel, seat thyself on the shore, and spin the spool full, and when thou hast done that, place the spinning-wheel near the water, and thou wilt see what will happen." the woman obeyed all she said exactly; as soon as the full moon showed itself, she carried the golden spinning-wheel to the shore, and span industriously until the flax came to an end, and the spool was quite filled with the threads. no sooner was the wheel standing on the shore than there was a more violent movement than before in the depths of the pond, and a mighty wave rushed up, and bore the wheel away with it. immediately the head and the whole body of the man rose into the air, in a water-spout. he quickly sprang to the shore, caught his wife by the hand and fled. but they had scarcely gone a very little distance, when the whole pond rose with a frightful roar, and streamed out over the open country. the fugitives already saw death before their eyes, when the woman in her terror implored the help of the old woman, and in an instant they were transformed, she into a toad, he into a frog. the flood which had overtaken them could not destroy them, but it tore them apart and carried them far away. when the water had dispersed and they both touched dry land again, they regained their human form, but neither knew where the other was; they found themselves among strange people, who did not know their native land. high mountains and deep valleys lay between them. in order to keep themselves alive, they were both obliged to tend sheep. for many long years they drove their flocks through field and forest and were full of sorrow and longing. when spring had once more broken forth on the earth, they both went out one day with their flocks, and as chance would have it, they drew near each other. they met in a valley, but did not recognize each other; yet they rejoiced that they were no longer so lonely. henceforth they each day drove their flocks to the same place; they did not speak much, but they felt comforted. one evening when the full moon was shining in the sky, and the sheep were already at rest, the shepherd pulled the flute out of his pocket, and played on it a beautiful but sorrowful air. when he had finished he saw that the shepherdess was weeping bitterly. "why art thou weeping?" he asked.