Woodcutter Keep Secret

Woodcutter Keep Secret

Woodcutter Keep Secret

Woodcutter Keep Secret

      Once upon a time in the village near the river, a woodsman discovered a hoard of golden coins. Knowing well that his wife was a terrible chatterbox, he started to try thinking about the best way to keep his secret. Finally, he made some careful preparations. After he had some ideas, he went off to fetch his wife. (also read : Advice of Wise Merchant)

      “Look! Look! Look my dear!” He shouted out suddenly, as they passed beneath a tree, “there’s a fish, a trout fish, my dear, growing on that branch.” He continued saying and pretended he just looked it for the first time.

      Of course it made his wife was in her amazement, he took down the fish, which he actually had out there himself. Then they went on to the river where he often went fishing. There, the woodsman pulled in his hook, and drew out a hare, which he also had placed there earlier. They went on again, and he pretended to stumble upon the hoard of golden coins. The wife was surprised to have discovered so many gold coins. (Also read other article at : Pearl Heart of Father) read more

Story of A Woodcutter and The Elf

The Woodcutter and the Elf

       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 . . .” read more