“Weeds of this garden,
Weeds of this garden,
Spring up, spring up;
Work of this garden,
Work of this garden,
Disappear, disappear.”
It was so.
The next morning, when she returned and saw that, she wondered greatly. She again put it in order on that day, and put some sticks in the ground to mark the place.
In the evening she went home and told that she had found the grass which she had cut growing just as it was before.
Her husband said: “How can such a thing be? You were lazy and didn’t work, and now tell me this falsehood. Just get out of my sight, or I’ll beat you.”