the honest servant, who understood little about money, put his fortune into his pocket, and thought, "ah! now that i have my purse full, why need i trouble and plague myself any longer with hard work!" so on he went, up hill and down dale; and sang and jumped to his heart’s content. now it came to pass that as he was going by a thicket a little man stepped out, and called to him, "whither away, merry brother? i see you do not carry many cares." "why should i be sad?" answered the servant; "i have enough; three years’ wages are jingling in my pocket."