as they were on their way, the one with the pig’s heart did not stay with them at all, but wherever there was a corner he ran to it, and rooted about in it with his nose as pigs do. the others wanted to hold him back by the tail of his coat, but that did no good; he tore himself loose, and ran wherever the dirt was thickest. the second also behaved very strangely; he rubbed his eyes, and said to the others, "comrades, what is the matter? i don’t see at all. will one of you lead me, so that i do not fall." then with difficulty they travelled on till evening, when they reached another inn. they went into the bar together, and there at a table in the corner sat a rich man counting money. the one with the thief’s hand walked round about him, made a sudden movement twice with his arm, and at last when the stranger turned away, he snatched at the pile of money, and took a handful from it. one of them saw this, and said, "comrade, what art thou about? thou must not steal shame on thee!" "eh," said he, "but how can i stop myself? my hand twitches, and i am forced to snatch things whether i will or not."