stick

The farmer carried me under his arm to the cornfield, and set me up on a tall stick, where you found me.

“To wash my face clean after the dust of the road, and to drink, so the dry bread will not stick in my throat.”

through a lying dream of my father’s, which he saw in his sleep, I am shut up on your account in this palace as if I had been a girl: what shall I now do to you?” With these words he stretched out his hands toward a thorn-tree, meaning to cut a stick from its branches so that he might beat the lion.

His master one day, pretending to be angry and shaking his stick at him, said, “You wretched little sluggard!