Era un chiquillo en extremo obstinado, que jamás hacía lo que le mandaba su madre. Por eso, Dios Nuestro Señor no estaba contento de él y permitió que cayese enfermo. Y como ningún médico supo acertar el remedio a su dolencia, al poco tiempo estaba tendido sobre el lecho de muerte. Cuando lo bajaron a la sepultura, y lo cubrieron de tierra, volvió a salir su bracito, y aunque lo doblaron poniendo más y más tierra encima, de nada sirvió: siempre volvía a asomar el bracito. Fue preciso que la propia madre fuese a la tumba y le diese unos golpes con su vara; sólo entonces se dobló, y el niño pudo descansar bajo la tierra.
Once upon a time there was a child who was willful, and would not dowh at her mother wished. For this reason God had no pleasure in her, and let her become ill, and no doctor could do her any good, and in a short time she lay on her death-bed. When she had been lowered into her grave, and the earth was spread over her, all at once her arm came out again, and stretched upwards, and when they had put it in and spread fresh earth over it, it was all to no purpose, for the arm always came out again. Then the mother herself was obliged to go to the grave, and strike the arm with a rod, and when she had done that, it was drawn in, and then at last the child had rest beneath the ground.