My brother is a goldsmith, and he’s very rich. Me, I just make brooms.
Today, when I went into the forest to collect wood, a golden bird flew out of the bushes. I threw a stone at it, and it got away, but it left behind a golden feather. I picked the feather up and took it to my brother, who gave me a lot of money for it.
Funny. I felt so lighthearted when I knocked on my brother’s door, but I am walking away with a burden.