Life was sweet , and he was in the power of the king ; so he gave up silently his ill-gotten goods , and was as poor as when he was a boy . While he was wondering how he was to live it suddenly came into his mind that this was the season for the figs to ripen , and he said to himself , ' I will go and see if the tree has borne well . ' So he set off home , where his brothers still lived , and found them living very uncomfortably , for they had spent all their money , and did not know how to make any more . However , he was pleased to see that the fig-tree looked in splendid condition , and was full of fruit . He ran and fetched a basket , and was just feeling the figs , to make sure which of them were ripe , when his brother Peppe called to him , ` Stop ! The figs of course are yours , but the branches they grow on are mine , and I forbid you to touch them . ' Ciccu did not answer , but set a ladder against the tree , so that he could reach the topmost branches , and had his foot already on the first rung when he heard the voice of his brother Alfin : ` Stop ! the trunk belongs to me , and I forbid you to touch it ! ' Then they began to quarrel violently , and there seemed no chance that they would ever cease , till one of them said , ` Let us go before a judge . ' The others agreed , and when they had found a man whom they could trust Ciccu told him the whole story . ` This is my verdict , ' said the judge . ` The figs in truth belong to you , but you can not pluck them without touching both the trunk and the branches . Therefore you must give your first basketful to your brother Peppe , as the price of his leave to put your ladder against the tree ; and the second basketful to your brother Alfin , for leave to shake his boughs . The rest you can keep for yourself . ' And the brothers were contented , and returned home , saying one to the other , ` We will each of us send a basket of figs to the king . Perhaps he will give us something in return , and if he does we will divide it faithfully between us . ' So the best figs were carefully packed in a basket , and Peppe set out with it to the castle . On the road he met a little old man who stopped and said to him , ` What have you got there , my fine fellow ? ' ` What is that to you ? ' was the answer ; ` mind your own business . '
But the old man only repeated his question , and Peppe , XXXXX get rid of him , exclaimed in anger , ` Dirt . '
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