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There once lived a woman who, despite being old, poor, and alone, managed to maintain an infectiously positive outlook on life. She made a meager living by doing chores around the neighborhood for her friends and neighbors in exchange for a bite to eat and a drink of water here and there. She improvised in order to succeed, and she maintained an upbeat demeanor throughout, as if she needed nothing.
One summer evening, she was trotting along the main road toward her shack, as cheerful as ever, when she spotted a large black pot lying in the ditch.
“She exclaimed, “Oh my gosh, that would be perfect if I had something to put in it!” To the contrary, I haven’t! Who could have possibly dropped that?”
She figured the proprietor couldn’t be too far away, so she looked around, but there was no sign of him.
“Perhaps there is a tear in it,” she continued, “which is why it was discarded. But it’d work perfectly for a flower in my window at home, so I’m taking it with me.”
She then proceeded to open it and take a peek inside. She cried out, “Mercy me!” in genuine shock. “Even if it doesn’t contain any actual gold. All the best!”
Indeed, it was loaded with massive gold coins. At first, she did nothing but stand there, perplexed as to whether or not she was up right. Then she started talking:
“Lawks! But I do think of myself as wealthy. Wow, do I feel like a million bucks!”
She repeated this several times before she started to worry about how she was going to transport her loot. Seeing no other option, she tied the end of her shawl to it and dragged it behind her like a go-cart because it was too heavy to carry.
As she jogged along, she told herself, “It will be dark soon.” “This is great news! No one will see what I’m bringing in, and I’ll have the whole night to plan out my evening. Perhaps I’ll save up for a mansion where I can do nothing but sip tea and watch the fire like a queen. Alternatively, I could bury it at the foot of the garden and only keep a small amount in the old china teapot that sits on the mantel. Perhaps — Goody! Goody! I am so awed by how magnificent I feel that I can’t even identify who I am.”
She finally rested from carrying such a massive load and turned around to examine her prize.
And lo! There wasn’t any gold in that pot! Just a piece of silver that didn’t amount to much.
She fixed her gaze on it, rubbed her eyes, and continued staring.
“Well! Not ever! “she finally said. “And here I was expecting a treasure chest! It was probably all in my head. What good fortune! Silver is much less of a hassle because it is simpler to keep track of and harder to steal. Those gold coins would have been my undoing, and even with this massive hunk of silver—”
She set out once more, plotting her next moves and feeling as wealthy as can be, until she grew tired and rested, at which point she looked around to make sure her loot was secure and saw nothing but a huge hunk of iron.
“Well! Not ever! “says she once more. “I thought it was silver and was fooled. I think I was having a dream. Lucky break, though! It’s a huge time saver. Penny coins are much more convenient for me than your gold and silver because I can exchange them for old iron. Why! If I had been more worried about being robbed, I wouldn’t have slept a wink. But a penny piece is handy; I’ll make a bundle when I sell that iron for a fortune.”
So she hopped along, thinking of all the ways she could spend her newfound wealth, until she needed a rest and checked to make sure everything was all right. This time, however, all she noticed was a large stone.
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“Well! In no way! “Smiling broadly, she sobbed. “How silly of me to have confused it for iron. It was probably all in my head. But here’s my luck, and I’ve been wanting a stone to stick in the gate ever so badly. Eh my! however, this is a welcome shift! Having good fortune is a blessing.”
With great haste, she set off down the hill toward her own home, curious as to how the stone would hold the gate open. She opened the gate, then turned around to remove her shawl from the stone that was in her way. Aye! Yes, that definitely was a stone. It was clearly visible in the bright sunlight, resting as gently and quietly as a stone.
She reached over to undo the shawl’s closure and exclaimed, “Oh my!” In an instant, it jumped and squealed and grew to the size of a haystack. Then, like a naughty, mischievous boy, it dropped its four great lanky legs, flung out its two long ears, fed its great long tail, and took off, kicking, squealing, whinnying, and laughing.
When it had disappeared from sight for a while, the elderly lady started laughing, too.
“She exclaimed, “Well, I am in luck!” One of the luckiest people in the area. Imagine my surprise when I found myself alone with the Bogey-Beast and able to do whatever I pleased with it. Good heavens! Yes, I am feeling that elated, that GREAT!” —
She then retired to her cottage, where she laughed all night long at her good fortune.