Then the little dwarf stooped down and began to pick the pebbles out of the brook.
At last, only one large stone remained. He pulled and tugged with all his might, and at last the brook ran merrily along, for he got the big stone up on the bank.
The brook sang,
“Look again, now I am free,
The magic pitcher you will see!”
The little dwarf looked down into the brook, and sure enough, there was a magic pitcher all blue and gold. The water ran deeper now, in the little brook, so the little dwarf had to dive down after the pitcher.
He came out choking and sputtering, but he had the magic pitcher in his hand. Then he ran homeward singing and whistling all the way. He sang:
“I can live without clothing and live without books,
But how is a fellow to live without cooks?”
