A large hare leaped out on a clearing. An old owl looked at the hare, and seated himself on a branch; but a young owl said to him: ‘Why do you not catch the hare?’
He put his spectacles upon his nose and said, ‘Now I will shoot the hares, and kill them dead.’
The boy, forgetting himself in a moment of alarm, was heard to exclaim: ‘Run, granny, run; run for your life!’
The old woman had not gone far, when great was her alarm at perceiving, advancing at full pace, a headless horse, bearing a black and grim rider, with horns sprouting from under a little jockey-cap.