I used to have more money than I knew what to do with. But sorrow comes like a thief in the night, and all of a sudden, I lost everything. I couldn’t even call the mill my own. One morning when I went down to the pond, a nixy rose out of water. She called me by name and promised to return my fortune to me if I would give her the youngest thing in my house.
I thought she meant a kitten or a puppy. It never occurred to me that my pregnant wife might have just given birth to our son.