I’m thinner than my wife, and not as strong, and she used to beat me black and blue. But the day came when I could no longer endure the abuse.
On that day, I was out in the fields, and I caught a crane in my net.
The crane spoke and said, “If you let me go free, I will show my gratitude.”
I said, “No, my dear fellow. I need you now. I will take you home and then perhaps my wife won’t scold me so much.”
The crane had a better idea. He took me to his crane house and gave me a magic sack. On command, two young lads would spring out and spread oak tables with delicious food.
I lost the sack to my cousins on the way home, and after that, the crane gave me a sack with two bullies who jumped out and beat up anyone who bullied me. I used it to get the other sack back.
Now I have two magic sacks. And a wife who doesn’t beat me anymore.