The canny natives had kept an internal corner for contingencies, and polished the kid's very bones.
The feast ended with a dish of raw animalcula in a wicker cage.

A cheese had been surrounded with little twigs and strings; then a hole made in it and a little sour wine poured in.

This speedily bred a small but numerous vermin.

When the cheese was so rotten with them that only the twigs and string kept it from tumbling to pieces and walking off quadrivious, it came to table.

By a malicious caprice of fate, cage and menagerie were put down right under the Dutchman's organ of self-torture.