Story of A Woodcutter and The Elf. Once upon a time in a pretty little log cabin in the middle of a thick forest, there. lived a woodcutter and his wife. They lived happily. Each morning he set off singing to work, and when he came home in the evening, a plate of hot steaming soup was always waiting for him.
One day, however, he had a strange surprise. He came upon a big fir tree with strange open holes on the trunk. It looked somehow different from the other trees, and just as he was about to chop it down, the alarmed face of an elf popped out of a hole. “What’s all this banging?” asked the elf. “You’re not thinking of cutting down this tree, are you? It’s my home. I live here!” the elf continued explaining.
The woodcutter dropped his axe in astonishment of this happen. “Well, I . . .” he stammered. “With all the other trees there are in this forest, you have to pick this one.
Lucky I was in if you don’t cut this tree, or I would have found myself homeless if you do it.” The elf said. Taken aback at these words, the woodcutter quickly kept silent, for after all, he thought the elf was quite tiny, while he himself was a big hefty chap, and he boldly replied: “I’ll cut down any tree I like, so . . .”
All right!” broke in the elf. “Shall we put it this way: if you don’t cut down this tree, I grant you three wishes. Do you agree?” The elf offered.
The woodcutter scratched his head. “Three wishes, you say? Yes, I agree.” And he began to hack at another tree. As he worked and sweated at his task. On the way home, the woodcutter kept thinking about the magic wishes. “I’ll see what my wife thinks…”
“Hooray! Hooray! Our luck is in!” The woodcutter yelled.
His wife could not understand why her husband was so pleased with himself and she shrugged herself free. Later, however, over a glass of fine wine at the table, the woodcutter told his wife of his meeting with the elf, and he explained about three wishes granted by the elf.
The woodcutter’s wife took a first sip of wine from her husband’s glass. “Nice,” she said, smacking her lips. “I wish I had a string of sausages to go with it, though…”
Instantly she bit her tongue, but it was too late. Out of the air appeared the sausages while the woodcutter stuttered with rage.
“What have you done! You asked just Sausages. What a stupid waste of a wish! You are a foolish woman.” The woodcutter said angrily.
“I wish they would stick up your nose!” He grumbled.
Sooner than he had finished his grumble, the sausages leapt up and stuck fast to the end of the woodcutter’s wife nose. This time, the woodcutter’s wife flew into a rage. “You are idiot, what have you done? With all the things we could have wished for . . .” The mortified woodcutter, who had just repeated his wife’s own mistake, exclaimed: “I’d chop . . .” Luckily he stopped himself in time, realizing with horror that he’d been on the point of having his tongue chopped off.
As his wife complained and blamed him, the poor man burst out laughing. “If only you knew how funny you look with those sausages on the end of your nose!” Now that really upset the woodcutter’s wife. She hadn’t thought of her looks. She tried to tug away the sausages but they would not budge. She pulled again and again, but in vain. The sausages were firmly attached to her nose. Terrified, she exclaimed: “They’ll be there for the rest of my life!”
Feeling sorry for his wife and wondering how he could ever put up with a woman with such an awkward nose, the woodcutter said: “I’ll try.” Grasping the string of sausages, he tugged with all his might. But he simply pulled his wife over on top of him. The pair sat on the floor, gazing sadly at each other.
“What shall we do now?” they said, each thinking the same thought. “There’s only one thing we can do . . .”
“Yes, I’m afraid so . . .” her husband sighed, remembering their dreams of riches, and he bravely wished the third and last wish “I wish the sausages would leave my wife’s nose.” When the woodcutter finished saying this, the sausages was directly rid of the woodcutter’ nose. The woodcutter and his wife hugged each other tearfully, saying “Maybe we’ll be poor, but we’ll be happy again!”
That evening, the only reminder of the woodcutter’s meeting with the elf was the string of sausages. So the couple fried them, gloomily thinking of what that meal had cost them.