The next day when the second brother was on guard he returned in the same guise and again begged the charity of a ripe pear.
"Take this one," the second brother said. "It is mine and I can give it away. I can't give away any of the others because they belong to my brothers."
The Angel thanked the second brother and departed.
The third day he had exactly the same experience with the youngest brother.
On the following day the Angel, in the guise of a monk, came to the brothers' house very early while they were still all at home.
"My sons," he said, "come with me and perhaps I can find you something better to do than guard a single pear tree."
The brothers agreed and they all started out together. After walking some time they came to the banks of a broad deep river.
"My son," the Angel said, addressing the oldest brother, "if I were to grant you one wish, what you ask?"
"I'd be happy," the oldest brother said, "if all this water was turned into wine and belonged to me."
