There was once a poor young knight, and he went out into the world,
to seek adventures and do knightly deeds. As he went, he met a man
standing in front of a long narrow tunnel in a rock, and blowing
through it with his cheeks stretched like two ripe pomegranates,
to whom the knight called out, "Halloa! fellow, what do you do there?"
And the man made reply, "Disturb me not, your worship, for with my
breath I am turning five hundred and thirty-two mills."