“What is your profession?”
“I have no profession, but I can do what no one else can. I am called Broad, because I have the power of swelling myself out to such a size that there is room for a whole regiment of soldiers inside me.”
So saying he puffed himself out till he formed a barricade from one side of the road to the other.
“Bravo!” cried Matthias, delighted at this proof of his capacities. “By the way, would you mind coming with me? I, too, am travelling across the world in search of happiness.”
“If there is nothing bad in it I am quite willing,” answered Broad. And they continued their journey together.
A little further on they met a very slender man, frightfully thin, and tall and straight as a portico.
“Whither are you going, good man?” asked Matthias, filled with curiosity at his strange appearance.
“I am travelling about the world.”
“To what profession do you belong?”
“To no profession, but I know something every one else is ignorant of. I am called Tall, and with good reason. For without leaving the earth I can stretch out and reach up to the clouds. When I walk I clear a mile at each step.”