I came along, riding my horse and singing a merry song when all of a sudden I heard a voice say: “Welcome! You’ve come at just the right time.”
I looked around but couldn’t figure out where the voice was coming from. “Who’s calling me?” I said.
“Lift your head. I’m up here in the tree, sitting here in the sack of wisdom.”
“Sack of wisdom?”
“You would be amazed by what I’ve learned in this sack! Schools are bags of wind compared to this sack. Once I’m finished in here, I’ll be wiser than any other human being. I’ll understand the stars, the zodiac, the movements of the wind, the sand and the sea. I’ll know how to cure sickness, and I’ll know the power of herbs, birds, and crystals. If you spent even a little time in the sack, you’d know the glorious wisdom that flows from it.”
Well, I was astounded! Blessed be the hour that I found this man. “Would it be possible for me to get into the sack for a little while?” I asked.
Scholar About to Get Sacked in The Turnip, Grimms. Illustration by George Cruikshank.