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Updated: June 21, 2025
"Well, Maitre Caniveau," said he, "how are you getting along?" The enormous farmer who, on account of his size, girth and stomach, felt a bond of sympathy for the representative of the Church, answered with a smile: "Pretty well, Monsieur le cure, pretty well. And how are you?" "Oh! I'm always well and healthy." "And you, Maitre Poiret?" asked the abbe. "Oh!
It was a farmhouse at the side of the road. Belhomme was carried into it and laid on the kitchen table in order to repeat the operation. Caniveau advised mixing brandy and water in order to benumb and perhaps kill the insect. But the priest preferred vinegar.
Perhaps everybody knew, for no one was surprised. Even Caniveau kept mum. But Belhomme began to moan again: "Oh-oh-oh! It's scratching about in the bottom of my ear! Oh, dear, oh, dear!" The coach just then stopped at the Cafe Polyto. The priest said: "If someone were to pour a little water into your ear, it might perhaps drive it out. Do you want to try?" "Sure! I am willing."
Whereupon Caniveau, making a megaphone of his hands, began to mimic the barking of hounds. He snapped, howled, growled, barked. And everybody in the carriage began to roar, even the schoolmaster, who, as a rule, never ever smiled.
But Caniveau, who was already peering into Belhomme's ear to see if he couldn't discover the beast, shouted: "Gosh! What a mess! You'll have to clear that out, old man. Your rabbit could never get through that; his feet would stick." The priest in turn examined the passage and saw that it was too narrow and too congested for him to attempt to expel the animal.
Perhaps everybody knew, for no one was surprised. Even Caniveau kept mum. But Belhomme began to moan again: "Oh-oh-oh! It's scratching about in the bottom of my ear! Oh, dear, oh, dear!" The coach just then stopped at the Cafe Polyto. The priest said: "If someone were to pour a little water into your ear, it might perhaps drive it out. Do you want to try?" "Sure! I am willing."
With his finger he imitated the movements of the body, seeming to see it, to follow it with his eyes: "There is goes up again! Oh oh oh what torture!" Caniveau was getting impatient. "It's the water that is making the bug angry. It is probably more accustomed to wine."
Maitre Belhomme, his head resting against the door, for he had been the last one to enter, was still moaning. "Oh oh oh! I think it must be an ant, a big ant there it is biting again. Oh, Monsieur le cure, how it hurts! how it hurts!" "Have you seen the doctor?" asked Caniveau. "I should say not!" "Why?" The fear of the doctor seemed to cure Belhomme.
But Caniveau, who was already peering into Belhomme's ear to see if he couldn't discover the beast, shouted: "Gosh! What a mess! You'll have to clear that out, old man. Your rabbit could never get through that; his feet would stick." The priest in turn examined the passage and saw that it was too narrow and too congested for him to attempt to expel the animal.
Caniveau was slapping his thigh, Cesaire Horlaville snapped his whip, the priest laughed like a braying donkey, the teacher cackled as though he were sneezing, and the two women were giving little screams of joy, like the clucking of hens.
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