At these words the dragon"s jaw dropped. This was the last thing that had ever entered his head, for the brook had been as it was since the days of his grandfather.
"I"ll tell you what!" he said. "Let me carry your skins for you."
"Most certainly not," answered Stan, going on with his digging, and the dragon, in dread lest he should fulfil his threat, tried what bribes would do, and in the end had again to promise seven sacks of ducats before Stan would agree to leave the brook alone and let him carry the water into the house.
On the third day the old mother sent Stan into the forest for wood, and, as usual, the dragon went with him.
Before you could count three he had pulled up more trees than Stan could have cut down in a lifetime, and had arranged them neatly in rows. When the dragon had finished, Stan began to look about him, and, choosing the biggest of the trees, he climbed up it, and, breaking off a long rope of wild vine, bound the top of the tree to the one next it. And so he did to a whole line of trees.
"What are you doing there?" asked the dragon.
"You can see for yourself," answered Stan, going quietly on with his work.
"Why are you tying the trees together?"
"Not to give myself unnecessary work; when I pull up one, all the others will come up too."
"But how will you carry them home?"
"Dear me! don"t you understand that I am going to take the whole forest back with me?" said Stan, tying two other trees as he spoke.
"I"ll tell you what," cried the dragon, trembling with fear at the thought of such a thing; "let me carry the wood for you, and you shall have seven times seven sacks full of ducats."
"You are a good fellow, and I agree to your proposal," answered Stan, and the dragon carried the wood.
Now the three days" service which were to be reckoned as a year were over, and the only thing that disturbed Stan was, how to get all those ducats back to his home!
In the evening the dragon and his mother had a long talk, but Stan heard every word through a crack in the ceiling.
"Woe be to us, mother," said the dragon; "this man will soon get us into his power. Give him his money, and let us be rid of him."
But the old mother was fond of money, and did not like this.
"Listen to me," said she; "you must murder him this very night."
"I am afraid," answered he.
"There is nothing to fear," replied the old mother. "When he is asleep take the club, and hit him on the head with it. It is easily done."
And so it would have been, had not Stan heard all about it. And when the dragon and his mother had put out their lights, he took the pigs" trough and filled it with earth, and placed it in his bed, and covered it with clothes. Then he hid himself underneath, and began to snore loudly.
Very soon the dragon stole softly into the room, and gave a tremendous blow on the spot where Stan"s head should have been. Stan groaned loudly from under the bed, and the dragon went away as softly as he had come.
Directly he had closed the door, Stan lifted out the pigs" trough, and lay down himself, after making everything clean and tidy, but he was wise enough not to shut his eyes that night.
The next morning he came into the room when the dragon and his mother were having their breakfast.
"Good morning," said he.
"Good morning. How did you sleep?"
"Oh, very well, but I dreamed that a flea had bitten me, and I seem to feel it still."
The dragon and his mother looked at each other. "Do you hear that?"
whispered he. "He talks of a flea. I broke my club on his head."
This time the mother grew as frightened as her son. There was nothing to be done with a man like this, and she made all haste to fill the sacks with ducats, so as to get rid of Stan as soon as possible. But on his side Stan was trembling like an aspen, as he could not lift even one sack from the ground. So he stood still and looked at them.
"What are you standing there for?" asked the dragon.
"Oh, I was standing here because it has just occurred to me that I should like to stay in your service for another year. I am ashamed that when I get home they should see I have brought back so little. I know that they will cry out, "Just look at Stan Bolovan, who in one year has grown as weak as a dragon.""
Here a shriek of dismay was heard both from the dragon and his mother, who declared they would give him seven or even seven times seven the number of sacks if he would only go away.
"I"ll tell you what!" said Stan at last. "I see you don"t want me to stay, and I should be very sorry to make myself disagreeable. I will go at once, but only on condition that you shall carry the money home yourself, so that I may not be put to shame before my friends."
The words were hardly out of his mouth before the dragon had s.n.a.t.c.hed up the sacks and piled them on his back. Then he and Stan set forth.
The way, though really not far, was yet too long for Stan, but at length he heard his children"s voices, and stopped short. He did not wish the dragon to know where he lived, lest some day he should come to take back his treasure. Was there nothing he could say to get rid of the monster?
Suddenly an idea came into Stan"s head, and he turned round.
"I hardly know what to do," said he. "I have a hundred children, and I am afraid they may do you harm, as they are always ready for a fight.
However, I will do my best to protect you."
A hundred children! That was indeed no joke! The dragon let fall the sacks from terror, and then picked them up again. But the children, who had had nothing to eat since their father had left them, came rushing towards him, waving knives in their right hands and forks in their left, and crying, "Give us dragon"s flesh; we will have dragon"s flesh."
At this dreadful sight the dragon waited no longer: he flung down his sacks where he stood and took flight as fast as he could, so terrified at the fate that awaited him that from that day he has never dared to show his face in the world again.
(Adapted from Rumanische Marchen.)
THE TWO FROGS
Once upon a time in the country of j.a.pan there lived two frogs, one of whom made his home in a ditch near the town of Osaka, on the sea coast, while the other dwelt in a clear little stream which ran through the city of Kioto. At such a great distance apart, they had never even heard of each other; but, funnily enough, the idea came into both their heads at once that they should like to see a little of the world, and the frog who lived at Kioto wanted to visit Osaka, and the frog who lived at Osaka wished to go to Kioto, where the great Mikado had his palace.
So one fine morning in the spring they both set out along the road that led from Kioto to Osaka, one from one end and the other from the other.
The journey was more tiring than they expected, for they did not know much about travelling, and half way between the two towns there arose a mountain which had to be climbed. It took them a long time and a great many hops to reach the top, but there they were at last, and what was the surprise of each to see another frog before him! They looked at each other for a moment without speaking, and then fell into conversation, explaining the cause of their meeting so far from their homes. It was delightful to find that they both felt the same wish--to learn a little more of their native country--and as there was no sort of hurry they stretched themselves out in a cool, damp place, and agreed that they would have a good rest before they parted to go their ways.
"What a pity we are not bigger," said the Osaka frog; "for then we could see both towns from here, and tell if it is worth our while going on."
"Oh, that is easily managed," returned the Kioto frog. "We have only got to stand up on our hind legs, and hold on to each other, and then we can each look at the town he is travelling to."
This idea pleased the Osaka frog so much that he at once jumped up and put his front paws on the shoulders of his friend, who had risen also.
There they both stood, stretching themselves as high as they could, and holding each other tightly, so that they might not fall down. The Kioto frog turned his nose towards Osaka, and the Osaka frog turned his nose towards Kioto; but the foolish things forgot that when they stood up their great eyes lay in the backs of their heads, and that though their noses might point to the places to which they wanted to go their eyes beheld the places from which they had come.
"Dear me!" cried the Osaka frog, "Kioto is exactly like Osaka. It is certainly not worth such a long journey. I shall go home!"