The old fisherman’s wife has come to me with a preposterous request. She wants me to give the hand of my daughter to her friend, a “golden crab.” Ha!
Yet I suspect there is more to this “crab” than meets the eye.
So I say, “Tell your crab friend to build a wall in front of my castle. It’s got to be higher than my tower, and I want to see all the flowers of the world blooming on it.”
If he can do that preposterous thing, I’ll grant her preposterous request!