When I brought my basket of figs to the king, I rang the castle bell with a trembling heart. You see, I had given half my figs to an old man I met on the road. When he was finished helping himself, he covered the basket and told me not to be anxious. The basket would bring me good luck.
I pray it does because my brothers have got nothing but beatings from this king.
Ciccu with his Figs in The Story of Ciccu, Pink Fairy Book