And the king repented of his having laughed. This done, and no one rat more perceived to bee left in the towne; he afterward came to demand his reward according to his bargaine, but being told that the bargain was not made with him in good earnest, to wit, with an opinion that ever he could bee able to doe such a feat they cared not what they accorded unto, when they imagined it could never bee deserved, and so never to be demanded: Among them was the mayor's grown daughter. So, friend, we're not the folks to shrink From the duty of giving you something for drink, And a matter of money to put in your poke; But, as for the guilders, what we spoke Of them, as you very well know, was in joke. It is curious that this Orpheus myth should be found scattered among Aryan and Turanian peoples. Why the mayor himself could have done that if only he had thought of it. The mothers cried out and sobbed pitifully.
More recently, however, following the death of the earlier population and after many outsiders had come to Ummanz, rats found their way back to the island, and since then not even soil from the Rott will help to drive them away.
There, patrons watched the drug-addled, bisexual Anita Berber star in naked dances named after narcotics. And a moving away of pickle-tub-boards, And a leaving ajar of conserve-cupboards, And the drawing the corks of train-oil-flasks, And a breaking the hoops of butter-casks; And it seemed as if a voice Sweeter far than by harp or by psaltery Is breathed called out, Oh rats, rejoice! I remember one summer evening ascending a knoll in the district of the Landes in Southern France once a region of moving sand-hills, now a vast tract of pine-forest.
You threaten us, fellow?