My daughters asked me if I would bring them gifts when I returned from my tour of the country. I was only too happy to oblige, of course. My youngest daughter asked for a wreath of wildflowers, which seemed simple enough to find. However, neither the markets nor the flower shops carried wildflowers. I had to ride home without her gift. On the way, I came into a thick forest and what did I see but a white wolf squatting on the roadside wearing a wreath of wildflowers on his head!
I asked for it, and, in exchange, he asked me to give him the first thing I met on the road to the castle. Easy enough to promise. I expected to meet some wild thing, such as a bird or a deer. Surely not my daughter!