onochi

Updated: May 24, 2025

Weary, sore, and weak with long fasting, Bar Shalmon sank down on the steps and sobbed like a child. Something touched him on the arm. He looked up. By the light of the moon he saw a boy standing before him. Such a queer boy he was, too. He had cloven feet, and his coat, if it was a coat, seemed to be made in the shape of wings. "Ivri Onochi," said Bar Shalmon, "I am a Hebrew."

Gertrude Landa - Jewish Fairy Tales and Legends