To my son Ciccu I leave the fruit . Besides the house and tree , I have an old coverlet , which I leave to my eldest son . And an old purse , which I leave to my second son . And a horn , which I leave to my youngest son . And now farewell . ' Thus speaking , he laid himself down , and died quietly . The brothers wept bitterly for their father , whom they loved , and when they had buried him they began to talk over their future lives . ` What shall we do now ? ' said they . ` Shall we live in the wood , or go back to the village ? ' And they made up their minds to stay where they were and continue to earn their living by selling firewood . One very hot evening , after they had been working hard all day , they fell asleep under a tree in front of the hut . And as they slept there came by three fairies , who stopped to look at them . ` What fine fellows ! ' said one . ` Let us give them a present . ' ` Yes , what shall it be ? ' asked another . ` This youth has a coverlet over him , ' said the first fairy . ` When he wraps it round him , and wishes himself in any place , he will find himself there in an instant . '
Then said the XXXXX fairy : ` This youth has a purse in his hand .
Ciccu brothers day evening firewood first house living place second