Once upon a time there were a dog and a sparrow who went out walking as friends. After they had walked for a while, they got hungry. As they approached a farm, they made up a plan: The sparrow would fly in and untie the knot holding the bacon hanging in the chimney, whereas the dog would jump over the back door and catch the bacon under the chimney.

They agreed to follow the plan. When the dog arrived at the fireplace, he saw that there was a spinning woman present and that there was porridge cooking in a pot near the fire. The woman threw a stone, but instead of hitting the dog she broke a piece of the pot. The dog didn't want to leave before the bacon had fallen. Finally, the bacon came down, and the dog jumped over the back door again with the bacon in his mouth.

Together they lay down in a cart track and ate. The sparrow said that the dog could eat as much as he liked. The dog ate too much and was unable to leave the cart track again.

Then the farmer came speeding down the track in his wagon. The sparrow cried: "Don't run over my pal."

Alas, the farmer did not listen to the sparrow and ran the dog over, so that his insides splattered out of his body. The dog was killed instantly. The sparrow was so mad that he sat down on the head of the farmer's best horse and pecked out an eye. The angry farmer tried to kill the sparrow, but to his embarrassment he killed the horse instead. As the farmer walked home, the sparrow followed him right into the farmhouse. Inside, the farmer said to the sparrow: "I wish I could catch you."

Then the sparrow said: "Place a trap over there on the cupboard. I will fly into it."

Soon the sparrow flew into the trap and the farmer got hold of him and said: "I am so mad that I don't know what to do with you."

The sparrow replied: "Eat me up alive."

So the farmer ate him up alive.

After a while, the farmer had to go to relieve himself, and he ordered his wife to observe if the sparrow would come out again.

His wife took a look and said: "Here he comes." The woman took an axe and asked: "Do you want me to chop?"

"Yes," the farmer replied.

The axe came down and ... the sparrow withdrew himself a bit and the wife chopped off a slice of her husband's bottom.

Then the sparrow flew away, saying: "Now you have lost a piece of your porridge pot, your best horse is dead, and there is a slice of your rear end. Serves you right!"