THE BOY WHO COULD KEEP A SECERT
[Supposedly a Hungarian Folktale]
WISH - Part 1 of 5
WISH - Part 1 of 5
Once upon a time in the small village of a state in Hungary, there lived a poor widow and her son. This is the story of that boy, my dear friend. His name doesn’t matter because he could be you or me.
Maybe, it will make you believe in destiny.
Maybe, it will make you believe in destiny.
The widow was poor and lived far, far away from the town. The cottage was all she had, and of course her only son, apple of her eyes. The little boy loved playing behind his cottage. He was happy playing alone, a jolly boy he was. He was no different from other children of his age, inquisitive and innocent.
One day while playing like he did the day before and the day before that he went a little further. Behind the bushes he found something that took his fancy. He took it inside to show his mama. “Mama! Look what I found behind the cottage.” “Oh! That’s a scabbard. Good! You have a toy to play with.” The boy didn’t know what a scabbard was. So he did what his mother told him. The boy slung the scabbard on his side with a bit of rope. So fond was he of his new toy that he was never seen without it. He wore it while he played, while he ate and even while he slept.
Days changed to years, the boy grew worldly wise but the scabbard didn’t loose its fancy on the boy. The scabbard was a strange one, for it grew as its owner became older. “Oh! It still touches my ankles as it did when I was four. I wish I had a sword to keep in it.”
His wish was granted soon. While playing in the woods – “Hey! What’s this? A real sword!” Excitedly, he pulled the sword out of the earth and tried to slip it into his scabbard. “It fits! How wonderful.” He slipped the sword seven times in and out of the scabbard, unable to believe his eyes. ‘It fits so well, you can hardly see it, but I will keep it the woods for safety.’ He buried his sword in the woods and decided not to speak to his mother about his discovery for fear she would tell her neighbours about it.
One day while playing like he did the day before and the day before that he went a little further. Behind the bushes he found something that took his fancy. He took it inside to show his mama. “Mama! Look what I found behind the cottage.” “Oh! That’s a scabbard. Good! You have a toy to play with.” The boy didn’t know what a scabbard was. So he did what his mother told him. The boy slung the scabbard on his side with a bit of rope. So fond was he of his new toy that he was never seen without it. He wore it while he played, while he ate and even while he slept.
Days changed to years, the boy grew worldly wise but the scabbard didn’t loose its fancy on the boy. The scabbard was a strange one, for it grew as its owner became older. “Oh! It still touches my ankles as it did when I was four. I wish I had a sword to keep in it.”
His wish was granted soon. While playing in the woods – “Hey! What’s this? A real sword!” Excitedly, he pulled the sword out of the earth and tried to slip it into his scabbard. “It fits! How wonderful.” He slipped the sword seven times in and out of the scabbard, unable to believe his eyes. ‘It fits so well, you can hardly see it, but I will keep it the woods for safety.’ He buried his sword in the woods and decided not to speak to his mother about his discovery for fear she would tell her neighbours about it.
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