I have a hundred wives , which I call together when I find a grain of corn , and as soon as they are there I swallow it myself ; should one of them dare to be angry , I would give her a lesson with my beak . He has only one wife , and he can not keep her in order . ' As soon as the man understood this , he got up out of the coffin , seized a stick , and called his wife into the room , saying : ` Come , and I will tell you what you so much want to know ' ; and then he began to beat her with the stick , saying with each blow : ` It is that , wife , it is that ! ' And in this way he taught her never again to ask why he had laughed . The Boy Who Could Keep A Secret Once upon a time there lived a poor widow who had one little boy . At first sight you would not have thought that he was different from a thousand other little boys ; but then you noticed that by his side hung the scabbard of a sword , and as the boy grew bigger the scabbard grew bigger too . The sword which belonged to the scabbard was found by the little boy sticking out of the ground in the garden , and every day he pulled it up to see if it would go into the scabbard . But though it was plainly becoming longer and longer , it was some time before the two would fit . However , there came a day at last when it slipped in quite easily . The child was so delighted that he could hardly believe his eyes , so he tried it seven times , and each time it slipped in more easily than before . But pleased though the boy was , he determined not to tell anyone about it , particularly not his mother , who never could keep anything from her neighbours . Still , in spite of his resolutions , he could not hide altogether that something had happened , and when he went in to breakfast his mother asked him what was the matter . ` Oh , mother , I had such a nice dream last night , ' said he ; ` but I ca n't tell it to anybody . ' ` You can tell it to me , ' she answered . ` It must have been a nice dream , or you would n't look so happy . ' ` No , mother ; I ca n't tell it to anybody , ' returned the boy , 'till it comes true . ' ' I want to know what it was , and know it I will , ' cried she , ` and I will beat you till you tell me . ' But it was no use , neither words nor blows would get the secret out of the boy ; and when her arm was quite tired and she had to leave off , the child , sore and aching , ran into the garden and knelt weeping beside his little sword . It was working round and round in its hole all by itself , and if anyone except the boy had tried to catch hold of it , he would have been badly cut . But the moment he stretched out his hand it stopped and slid quietly into the scabbard .
For a long time the child sat sobbing , and the noise was heard by the king XXXXX he was driving by .
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