Therewasonceuponatimeamanwhounderstoodallsortsofarts；heservedinthewar，andborehimselfbravelyandwell；
butwhenthewarwasover，hegothisdischarge，andsetoutonhistravelswiththreefarthingsofhispayinhispocket。
’Wait，’hesaid；’thatdoesnotpleaseme；onlyletmefindtherightpeople，andtheKingshallyetgivemeallthetreasuresofhiskingdom。’Hestrodeangrilyintotheforest，andtherehesawamanstandingwhohaduprootedsixtreesasiftheywerestraws。Hesaidtohim，’Willyoubemyservantandtravelwithme？’
’Yes，’heanswered；’butfirstofallIwilltakethislittlebundleofstickshometomymother，’andhetookoneofthetreesandwounditroundtheotherfive，raisedthebundleonhisshouldersandboreitoff。Thenhecamebackandwentwithhismaster，whosaid，’Wetwooughttobeabletotravelthroughthewideworld！’Andwhentheyhadgonealittlewaytheycameuponahunter，whowasonhisknees，hisgunonhisshoulder，aimingatsomething。Themastersaidtohim，’Hunter，whatareyouaimingat？’
Heanswered，’Twomilesfromthisplacesitsaflyonabranchofanoak；Iwanttoshootoutitslefteye。’