"My life is very monotonous; hunt chickens; men hunt me. All
the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike. And, in
consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be as if the sun
came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a step that will be different
from all the others. Other steps send me hurrying back underneath the
ground. Yours will call me, like music, out of my burrow. And then look: You
see the grain-fields down yonder? I do not eat bread. Wheat is of no use to
me. The wheat fields have nothing to say to me. And that is sad. But you have
hair that is the colour of gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have
tamed me! The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of
you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat...