Between Werrel and Soist there lived a man whose name was Knoist, and he had three sons. One was blind, the other lame, and the third stark-naked. Once on a time they went into a field, and there they saw a hare. The blind one shot it, the lame one caught it, the naked one put it in his pocket. Then they came to a mighty big lake, on which there were three boats, one sailed, one sank, the third had no bottom to it. They all three got into the one with no bottom to it. Then they came to a mighty big forest in which there was a mighty big tree; in the tree was a mighty big chapel in the chapel was a sexton made of beech-wood and a box-wood parson, who dealt out holy-water with cudgels.
Imellem Øster og Vester boede der en mand, som hed Knoist. Han havde tre sønner, den ene var blind, den anden var lam og den tredie var splitternøgen. De gik hen over marken, og der fik den ene øje på en hare. Den blinde skød den, den lamme løb efter den og den nøgne puttede den i lommen. De kom nu til et vældig stort vand, hvor der lå tre skibe, det ene var læk, det andet sank til bunds, og i det tredie var der ingen bund, og der gik de alle tre ombord. De kom så til en vældig, stor skov, hvori der stod et kæmpemæssigt træ, og inde i det var der en kirke. I kirken stod der en egetræsdegn og en bøgetræspræst og uddelte vievand med store knipler.
"How truly happy is that one
"Salig den mand,
Who can from holy water run!"
som fra sådant vievand løbe kan."