There was once on a time a King who had three sons, of whom two were
clever and wise, but the third did not speak much, and was simple, and
was called the Simpleton. When the King had become old and weak, and
was thinking of his end, he did not know which of his sons should
inherit the kingdom after him. Then he said to them, “Go forth, and he
who brings me the most beautiful carpet shall be King after my death.”
And that there should be no dispute amongst them, he took them outside
his castle, blew three feathers in the air, and said, “You shall go as
they fly.” One feather flew to the east, the other to the west, but the
third flew straight up and did not fly far, but soon fell to the
ground. And now one brother went to the right, and the other to the
left, and they mocked Simpleton, who was forced to stay where the third
feather had fallen. He sat down and was sad, then all at once he saw
that there was a trap-door close by the feather. He raised it up, found
some steps, and went down them, and then he came to another door,
knocked at it, and heard somebody inside calling,
“Little green maiden small,
Hopping hither and thither;
Hop to the door,
And quickly see who is there.”
The door opened, and he saw a great, fat toad sitting, and round about
her a crowd of little toads. The fat toad asked what he wanted? He
answered, “I should like to have the prettiest and finest carpet in the
world.” Then she called a young one and said,
“Little green maiden small,
Hopping hither and thither,
Hop quickly and bring me
The great box here.”
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