When the wolf at length had had his sleep out, he got on his legs, and as the stones in his stomach made him very thirsty, he wanted to go to a well to drink. But when he began to walk and move about, the stones in his stomach knocked against each other and rattled. Then cried he,

“What rumbles and tumbles

Against my poor bones?

I thought ’twas six kids,

But it’s naught but big stones.”

“What rumbles and tumbles Against my poor bones? I thought ’twas six kids, But it’s naught but big stones.”