’Skins！skins！Whowillbuyskins？’hecriedthroughthestreets。
Alltheshoemakersandtannerscamerunningtoaskhimwhathewantedforthem。’Abushelofmoneyforeach，’saidBigKlaus。
’Areyoumad？’theyallexclaimed。’Doyouthinkwehavemoneybythebushel？’
’Skins！skins！Whowillbuyskins？’hecriedagain，andtoallwhoaskedhimwhattheycost，heanswered，’Abushelofmoney。’
’Heismakinggameofus，’theysaid；andtheshoemakersseizedtheiryardmeasuresandthetannerstheirleathernapronsandtheygaveBigKlausagoodbeating。’Skins！skins！’theycriedmockingly；yes，wewilltanYOURskinforyou！Outofthetownwithhim！’theyshouted；andBigKlaushadtohurryoffasquicklyashecould，ifhewantedtosavehislife。