harry was lazy, and although he had nothing else to do but drive his goat daily to pasture, he nevertheless groaned when he went home after his day’s work was done. "it is indeed a heavy burden," said he, "and a wearisome employment to drive a goat into the field this way year after year, till late into the autumn! if one could but lie down and sleep, but no, one must have one’s eyes open lest it hurts the young trees, or squeezes itself through the hedge into a garden, or runs away altogether. how can one have any rest, or peace of one’s life?" he seated himself, collected his thoughts, and considered how he could set his shoulders free from this burden. for a long time all thinking was to no purpose, but suddenly it was as if scales fell from his eyes. "i know what i will do," he cried, "i will marry fat trina who has also a goat, and can take mine out with hers, and then i shall have no more need to trouble myself."