the butcher gave him his flask and said, "take a drink and refresh yourself. the cow will certainly give no milk, it is an old beast; at the best it is only fit for the plough, or for the butcher." "well, well," said hans, as he stroked his hair down on his head, "who would have thought it? certainly it is a fine thing when one can kill a beast like that at home; what meat one has! but i do not care much for beef, it is not juicy enough for me. a young pig like that now is the thing to have, it tastes quite different; and then there are the sausages!"