Fisherman and wife(Final Part)

The man trembled with fear at every joint. Outside there was a terrible storm. Trees and mountains were shaking. The heaven was completely black, and there was thunder and lightning. In the sea he could see black waves as high as mountains, and they were capped with white crowns of foam. He said:

Mandje! Mandje! Timpe Te!
Flounder, flounder, in the sea!
My wife, my wife Ilsebill,
Wants not, wants not, what I will.

“What does she want then,” said the flounder.

“Oh,” he said, “she wants to become like God.”

“Go home. She is sitting in her piss pot again.”

And they are sitting there even today.

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