THE THREE SONS OF FORTUNE
 A FATHER once called his three sons before him, and he gave to the first a
cock, to the second a scythe, and to the third a cat. "I am already aged,"
said he, "my death is nigh, and I have wished to take thought for you
before my end; money I have not, and what I now give you seems of little
worth, but all depends on your making a sensible use of it. Only seek out
a country where such things are still unknown, and your fortune is made."
After the father's death the eldest went away with his cock, but wherever
he came the cock was already known; in the towns he saw him from a long
distance, sitting upon the steeples and turning round with the wind,
and in the villages he heard more than one crowing; no one would show
any wonder at the creature, so that it did not look as if he would make
his fortune by it.
At last, however, it happened that he came to an island where the people
knew nothing about cocks, and did not even understand how to divide their
time. They certainly knew when it was morning or evening, but at night,
if they did not sleep through it, not one of them knew how to find out
"Look!" said he, "what a proud creature! it has a ruby-red crown upon
its head, and wears spurs like a knight; it calls you three times
during the night, at fixed hours, and when it calls for the last time,
the sun soon rises. But if it crows by broad daylight, then take notice,
for there will certainly be a change of weather."
The people were well pleased; for a whole night they did not sleep, and
listened with great delight as the cock at two, four, and six o'clock,
loudly and clearly proclaimed the time. They asked if the creature
were for sale, and how much he wanted for it? "About as much gold as
an ass can carry," answered he. "A ridiculously small price for such a
precious creature!" they cried unanimously, and willingly gave him what
he had asked.
When he came home with his wealth his brothers were astonished, and the
second said, "Well, I will go forth and
 see whether I cannot get rid
of my scythe as profitably." But it did not look as if he would, for
labourers met him everywhere, and they had scythes upon their shoulders
as well as he.
At last, however, he chanced upon an island where the people knew nothing
of scythes. When the corn was ripe there, they took cannon out to the
fields and shot it down. Now this was rather an uncertain affair; many
shot right over it, others hit the ears instead of the stems, and shot
them away, whereby much was lost, and besides all this, it made a terrible
noise. So the man set to work and mowed it down so quietly and quickly
that the people opened their mouths with astonishment. They agreed to
give him what he wanted for the scythe, and he received a horse laden
with as much gold as it could carry.
And now the third brother wanted to take his cat to the right man. He
fared just like the others; so long as he stayed on the mainland there
was nothing to be done. Every place had cats, and there were so many of
them that new-born kittens were generally drowned in the ponds.
At last he sailed over to an island, and it luckily happened that no cats
had ever yet been seen there, and that the mice had got the upper hand so
much that they danced upon the tables and benches whether the master were
at home or not. The people complained bitterly of the plague; the King
himself in his palace did not know how to secure himself against them;
mice squeaked in every corner, and gnawed whatever they could lay hold
of with their teeth. But now the cat began her chase, and soon cleared
a couple of rooms, and the people begged the King to buy the wonderful
beast for the country. The King willingly gave what was asked, which
was a mule laden with gold, and the third brother came home with the
greatest treasure of all.
The cat made herself merry with the mice in the royal palace, and killed
so many that they could not be counted. At last she grew warm with the
work and thirsty, so she stood still, lifted up her head and cried,
"Mew. Mew!" When they heard this strange cry, the King and all his
people were frightened, and in their terror ran all at once
 out of the
palace. Then the King took counsel what was best to be done; at last it
was determined to send a herald to the cat, and demand that she should
leave the palace, or if not, she was to expect that force would be
used against her. The councillors said, "Rather will we let ourselves
be plagued with the mice, for to that misfortune we are accustomed,
than give up our lives to such a monster as this." A noble youth,
therefore, was sent to ask the cat "whether she would peaceably quit
the castle?" But the cat, whose thirst had become still greater, merely
answered, "Mew! Mew!" The youth understood her to say, "Most certainly
not! most certainly not!" and took this answer to the King. "Then," said
the councillors, "she shall yield to force." Cannon were brought out, and
the palace was soon in flames. When the fire reached the room where the
cat was sitting, she sprang safely out of the window; but the besiegers
did not leave off until the whole palace was shot down to the ground.