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! TimpeTe!

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.