The fool took from the stable the very last miserable horse, and followed his brothers. He came out into an open field, and cried with a shrill voice: “Come, blue-brown, cunning bay, stand before me as leaf before stem!” Wherever he came from, the wondrous horse was snorting and tearing the ground with his hoof. The simpleton crawled into one ear and out of the other.
Wherever they came from, there stood before him two youths, and they asked, “What dost thou wish, what is thy pleasure?”
“To have a tent here, and in the tent a bed; beside the tent to have the pig with gold bristles walking.”
All was done in a moment. The tent was there, in the tent a bed; on the bed lay the simpleton, but such a hero that no one could know him. The pig with gold bristles was walking by the side of the tent in the meadow.
The other brothers-in-law travelled and travelled; nowhere could they see a pig with gold bristles. On their way home they approached the tent and saw the wonder. “Oh! here is where the pig with gold bristles is walking; let us go,” said they, “and whatever must be given we will give, we will buy the pig and please our father-in-law.”
They went to the tent and saluted the owner. The simpleton asked: “Where are ye travelling? what are ye looking for?”
“Wilt thou sell us the pig with gold bristles? we are looking for this pig a long time.”
“No, I want it myself.”
“Ask what will please thee, but sell.”
They offered him a thousand for the pig, and two and three and more; but the simpleton would not consent. “I will not take a hundred thousand,” said he.