human
Just feel how heavy it is, said he, taking it up by the wings;
gpt
Yes, indeed, said Hans, weighing it in his hand,
human
I am afraid, said he,
gpt
For heaven's sake, said he,
human
It will be running some risk, answered the man,
gpt
And so, taking the cord in his hand, he drove the pig quickly along a by-path, and lucky Hans went on his way home with the goose under his arm.
human
The more I think of it, said he to himself,
gpt
My scissors I grind, and my wheel I turn; And all good fellows my trade should learn, For all that I meet with just serves my turn.
human
You seem very well off, and merry with your grinding.
gpt
Yes, answered the knife-grinder,
human
I did not buy it, but I exchanged it for my pig,
gpt
And the pig?
human
That I exchanged for a cow.
gpt
And the cow?
human
That I exchanged for a horse.
gpt
And the horse?
human
I gave for the horse a lump of gold as big as my head.
gpt
And the gold?
human
Oh, that was my wage for seven years' service.
gpt
You seem to have fended for yourself very well, said the knife-grinder.
human
Now, if you could but manage to have money in your pocket every time you put your hand in, your fortune is made.
gpt
How shall I manage that?
human
You must be a knife-grinder like me, said the man.
gpt
All you want is a grindstone, the rest comes of itself: I have one here; to be sure it is a little damaged, but I don't mind letting you have it in exchange for your goose; what say you?
human
How can you ask? answered Hans.
gpt
I shall be the luckiest fellow in the world, for if I find money whenever I put my hand in my pocket, there is nothing more left to want.
human
Now, said the knife-grinder, taking up a heavy common stone that lay near him,
gpt
I must have been born under a lucky star! cried he, while his eyes sparkled for joy.
human
I have only to wish for a thing and it is mine.