Then Hans related to him all that had happened and the butcher handed him his pocket-flask, saying, »Here, take a drink and be a man again. Your cow will not give milk much longer; she is old and only fit to draw burdens, or to be slaughtered.«—»Well, to be sure,« said Hans, scratching his head. »Who would have thought it? Of course it is a very handy way of getting meat when a man has a beast of his own to kill, but for my part I do not care much about cow beef, it is rather tasteless. Now, if I had but a young pig, that is much better meat, and then the sausages!«—»Look here, Hans,« said the butcher, »just for love of you I will exchange and will give you my pig for your cow.«—»Heaven reward such kindness!« cried Hans, and handing over the cow, received in exchange the pig who was turned out of his wheelbarrow and was to be led by a string.