There once lived a very rich family

There once lived a very rich family. They had only one child, a boy, who loved to have stories told to him. Whenever he met a new person, he would say: “Tell me a different story.”

And, each time, he would store away the story he heard in a small bag he carried at his belt. So many stories did he hear that soon the bag was packed tight and he had to push hard to get each new story in. Then, to make sure that none of the stories escaped, he kept the bag tied tightly at the mouth.

The boy eventually grew into a handsome young man. The time came for him to take a wife. A bride was chosen for him, and the whole house was preparing to greet the young master’s new wife. Everything was in an uproar.

Now, there happened to be in this rich home a faithful old servant who had been with the family ever since the time when the story-loving boy was still very young. As the household made ready for the young master’s wedding, this servant was tending a fire on the kitchen hearth. Suddenly his ears caught faint whispering sounds coming from somewhere. He listened carefully and soon discovered that the voices were coming from a bag hanging on the wall. It was the bag of stories which the young master had kept in his childhood. Now it hung forgotten on an old nail on the kitchen wall. The old servant listened carefully.

“Listen, everyone,” said a voice. “the boy’s wedding is to take place tomorrow. He has kept us this long while stuffed in this bag, packed so closely and uncomfortably together. We have suffered for a long time. We must make him pay for this some way or another.”

“Yes,” said another voice, “I have been thinking the same thing. Tomorrow the young man will leave by horse to bring home his bride. I shall change into bright red berries, ripening by the roadside. There I shall wait for him. I shall be poisonous but shall look so beautiful that he will want to eat me. If he does, I shall kill him.”

“And, if he doesn’t die after eating the berries,” piped up a third voice, “I shall become a clear, bubbling spring by the roadside. I shall have a beautiful gourd dipper floating in me. When he sees me he will feel thirsty and will drink me. When I get inside of him, I shall make him suffer terribly.”

A fourth voice then broke in: “If you fail, then I shall become an iron skewer, heated red-hot, and I shall hide in the bag of chaff that will be placed by his horse for him to dismount on when he reaches his bride’s home. And when he steps on me, I shall burn his feet badly.” Because, you see, according to the custom of the land in those days, a bag of chaff was always placed by the bridegroom’s horse so that he would not have to step directly on the ground.

Then a fifth voice whispered: “If that fails too, I shall become those poisonous string-snakes, thin as threads. Then I shall hide in the bridal chamber. When the bride and the bridegroom have gone to sleep, I shall come out and bite them.”

The servant was filled with alarm by what he heard. “This is terrible,” he told himself. “I must not let any harm come to the young master. When he leaves the house tomorrow, I must take the bridle and lead the horse myself.”

Early next morning, the final preparations were completed, and the wedding procession was ready to set forth. The groom, dressed in his best, came out of the house and mounted his horse. Suddenly the faithful servant came running out and grabbed the horse’s bridle. He then asked to be allowed to lead the horse.

The old master of the house said: “You have other work to do. You had better stay behind.”

“But I must lead the horse today,” the servant said. “I don’t care what happens, but I insist that I take the bridle.”

He refused to listen to anyone and, finally, the master, surprised a the old man’s obstinacy, allowed him to led the horse to the bride’s home.

As the procession wound along its way, the bridegroom came to an open field. There by the roadside many bright berries were growing. They looked temptingly delicious.

“Wait!” the bridegroom called out. “Stop the horse and pick me some of those berries.”

However, the servant would not stop. In fact, he purposely made the horse hurry on and said: “Oh, those berries. You can find them anywhere. Just be a little patient. I shall pick some for you later.” And he gave the horse a good crack of the whip.”

After a while, they came to a bubbling spring. Its clear waters seemed cool and tempting. There was even a small gourd dipper floating on the water, as if to invite the passerby to have a drink.

“Bring me some of that water,” the bridegroom said to the servant. “I have been thirsty for some time.”

But, again, the servant prodded the horse and hurried by. “Once we get into the shade of those trees, your thirst will soon disappear,” he said, and he gave the horse another crack of the whip, a blow much harder than the first.

The bridegroom grumbled and mumbled from atop his horse. He was in a bad mood, bu

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There once lived a very rich family. They had only one child, a boy, who loved to have stories told to him. Whenever he met a new person, he would say: "Tell me a different story."And, each time, he would store away the story he heard in a small bag he carried at his belt. So many stories did he hear that soon the bag was packed tight and he had to push hard to get each new story in. Then, to make sure that none of the stories escaped, he kept the bag tied tightly at the mouth.The boy eventually grew into a handsome young man. The time came for him to take a wife. A bride was chosen for him, and the whole house was preparing to greet the young master's new wife. Everything was in an uproar.Now, there happened to be in this rich home a faithful old servant who had been with the family ever since the time when the story-loving boy was still very young. As the household made ready for the young master's wedding, this servant was tending a fire on the kitchen hearth. Suddenly his ears caught a faint whispering sounds coming from somewhere. He listened carefully and soon discovered that the voices were coming from a bag hanging on the wall. It was the bag of stories which the young master had kept in his childhood. Now it hung on an old forgotten nail on the kitchen wall. The old servant listened carefully."Listen, everyone," said a voice. "the boy's wedding is to take place tomorrow. He has kept us this long while stuffed in this bag, packed so closely and uncomfortably together. We have suffered for a long time. We must make him pay for this some way or another. ""Yes," said another voice, "I have been thinking the same thing. Tomorrow the young man will leave by horse to bring home his bride. I shall change into bright red berries, ripening by the roadside. There I shall wait for him. I shall be poisonous but shall look so beautiful that he will want to eat me. If he does, I shall kill him. ""And, if he doesn't die after eating the berries," piped up a third voice, "I shall become a clear spring bubbling by the roadside. I shall have a beautiful gourd dipper floating in me. When he sees me he will feel thirsty and will drink me. When I get inside of him, I shall make him suffer terribly. "A fourth voice then broke in: "If you fail, then I shall become an iron skewer, heated red hot, and I shall hide in the bag of chaff that will be placed by his horse for him to dismount on when he reaches his bride's home. And when he steps on me, I shall burn his feet out badly. " Because, you see, according to the custom of the land in those days, a bag of chaff was always placed by the bridegroom's horse so that he would not have to step directly on the ground.Then a fifth voice whispered: "If that fails too, I shall become those poisonous snakes, string-thin as threads. Then I shall hide in the bridal chamber. When the bride and the bridegroom have gone to sleep, I shall come out and bite them. "The servant was filled with alarm by what he heard. "This is terrible," he told himself. "I must not let any harm come to the young master. When he leaves the house tomorrow, I must take the bridle and lead the horse myself. "Early next morning, the final preparations were completed, and the wedding procession was ready to set forth. The groom, dressed in his best, came out of the house and mounted his horse. Suddenly the faithful servant came running out and grabbed the horse's bridle. He then asked to be allowed to lead the horse.The old master of the house said: "You have other work to do. You had better stay behind. ""But I must lead the horse today," the servant said. "I don't care what happens, but I insist that I take the bridle."He refused to listen to anyone and, finally, the master, surprised a the old man's obstinacy, allowed him to led the horse to the bride's home.As the procession wound along its way, the bridegroom came to an open field. There by the roadside of many bright berries were growing. They looked temptingly delicious."Wait!" the bridegroom so-called out. "Stop the horse and pick me up some of those berries."However, the servant would not stop. In fact, he purposely made the horse hurry on and said: "Oh, those berries. You can find them anywhere. Just be a little patient. I shall pick some for you later. " And he gave the horse a good crack of the whip. "After a while, they came to a bubbling spring. Its clear waters seemed cool and tempting. There was even a small gourd dipper floating on the water, as if to invite the passerby to have a drink."Bring me some of that water," the bridegroom said to the servant. "I have been thirsty for some time."But, again, the servant prodded the horse and hurried by. "Once we get into the shade of those trees, your thirst will soon disappear," he said, and he gave the horse another crack of the whip, a blow much harder than the first.The bridegroom grumbled and mumbled from atop his horse. He was in a bad mood, bu

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there once lived a very rich family. they had only one child, a boy, who was to have stories told to him. whenever he met a new person, he would say: "tell me a different story."and, each time, he would store away the story he heard in a small bag, he carried at his belt. so many stories did he hear that soon the bag was packed tight and he had to push hard to get each new story in. then, to make sure that none of the stories escaped, he kept the bag tied tightly at the mouth.the boy eventually grew into a handsome young man. the time came for him to take a wife. a bride was chosen for him, and the whole house was preparing to greet the young master's new wife. it was in an uproar.now, i happened to be in this rich home a faithful old servant who had been with the family ever since the time when the story - loving boy was still very young. as the household made ready for the young master's wedding, this servant was tending a fire on the kitchen hearth. suddenly his ears caught faint whispering sounds coming from somewhere. he listened carefully and soon discovered that the new is coming from a bag hanging on the wall. it was the bag of stories which the young master had kept in his childhood. now it hung often on an old nail on the kitchen wall. the old servant listened carefully."listen, everyone," said a voice. "the boy's wedding is to take place tomorrow. he has kept us this long while stuffed in the bag, packed so version and uncomfortably together. we have suffered for a long time. we must make him pay for it some way or another. ""yes," said another voice, "i have been thinking the same thing. tomorrow the young man will leave by the horse to bring home his bride. i shall change into bright red berries, ripening by the roadside. there i shall wait for him. i shall be poisonous but shall look so beautiful that he will want to eat me. if he does, i shall kill him. ""and, if he doesn't die after eating the berries," piped up a third voice, "i shall become a clear, bubbling spring by the roadside. i shall have a beautiful gourd dipper floating in me. when he sees me, he will feel thirsty and will drink me. when i get inside of him, i shall make him suffer just. "a fourth voice then broke in: "if you fail, then i shall become an iron skewer, luxurious red - hot, and i shall hide in the bag of chaff that will be placed by his horse for him to dismount on when he reaches his bride's home. and when he steps on me, i shall burn his feet in. "because, you see, according to the custom of the land in those days, a bag of chaff was always placed by the bridegroom's horse so that he would not have to step directly on the ground.then a first voice whispered: "if that fails too, i shall concentrate on those poisonous string - snakes, thin as threads. then i shall hide in the bridal chamber. when the bride and the bridegroom have gone to sleep, i shall come out and bite you. "the servant was filled with alarm by what he heard. "this is not," he told himself. "i must not let any harm come to the young master. when he leaves the house tomorrow, i must take the bridle and lead the horse myself. "early next morning, the final preparations were completed, and the wedding procession was ready to set forth. the groom, bottles in his best, came out of the house and mounted his horse. suddenly the faithful servant came running out and grabbed the horse 's bridle. he then asked to be allowed to lead the horse.the old master of the house said: "you have other work to do. you had better stay behind. ""but i must lead the horse today," the servant said. "i don't care what happens, but i insist that i take the bridle."i had to listen to anyone and, finally, the master, they a the old man 's obstinacy, allowed him to led the horse to the bride's home.as the procession or along its way, the bridegroom came to an open field. there by the roadside was bright berries were growing. they looked temptingly delicious."wait! "the bridegroom called out. "stop the horse and pick me some of those berries."however, the servant would not stop. in fact, he purposely made the horse hurry on and said: "oh, those berries. you can find them anywhere. just be a little patient. i shall pick it for you later. "and he gave the horse a good crack of the whip."after a while, they came to a bubbling spring. it was cool and clear, tempting. there was even a small gourd dipper floating on the water, as if to invite the passerby to have a drink."bring me some of that water," the bridegroom said to the servant. "i have been thirsty for some time."but, again, the horse, and the servant prodded hurried by. "once we get into the shade of those trees, your thirst will soon disappear," he said, and he gave the horse and crack of the whip, a blow much harder than the first.the bridegroom grum