"Dear, dear," said he, "I'd better go and get dry in the sun." So up he
went to the highroad, and lay down in the dust, rolling about so that
the sun should get at him all over.
Presently, when he sat up and looked down at himself, he found that the
dust had caked into a sort of skin over his wet clothes till you could
not see an inch of them, they were so well covered. "Hi, yi!" said he,
"here's a coat o' clay ready made, and a fine one. See now, I'm a clever
fellow this time sure-_ly_, for I've found what I wanted without looking
for it! Wow, but it's a fine feeling to be so smart!"
And he sat and scratched his head, and thought about his own cleverness.
But all of a sudden, round the corner came the squire on horseback, full
gallop, as if the boggles were after him; but the fool had to jump,
even though the squire pulled his horse back on his haunches.
"What the dickens," said the squire, "do you mean by lying in the middle
of the road like that?"
"Well, master," said the fool, "I fell into the water and got wet, so I
lay down in the road to get dry; and I lay down a fool an' got up a wise
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