Now it happened, one day, that the shuttle was stained with her blood. She dipped it in the well to wash the stains off, and it dropped out of her hand and fell to the bottom. She began to weep, and ran to the woman, and told her of the mishap.
She scolded her hard, and was so cruel as to say, “Since you have let the shuttle fall in, you must fetch it out again.”
So the girl went back to the well, and did not know what to do. Then in the anguish of her heart, she jumped into the well to get the shuttle. She lost her senses. But when she awoke and came to herself, she was in a lovely meadow, where the sun was shining and thousands of flowers were growing.
Along this meadow she went, and at length came to a baker’s oven full of bread. And the bread cried:
“Oh, take me out! Take me out!
Or I shall burn. I am well baked!”
So she went up to it, and, with the bread shovel, took out all the loaves one after the other.
After that, she went on till she came to a tree covered with apples, and it called to her:
“Oh, shake me! Shake me!
We apples are all ripe!”
So she shook the tree till the apples fell like rain, and went on shaking till they were all down. And when she had gathered them into a heap, she went on her way.