“Yes,” answered the knife grinder, “this business has a golden bottom. A good grinder finds money in his pocket whenever he puts his hand in it. But where did you buy that fine goose?”
“I did not buy it, but took it in exchange for my pig.”
“And the pig?”
“That I got for a cow.”
“And the cow?”
“I took that for a horse.”
“And the horse?”
“For that I gave a lump of gold as big as my head.”
“And the gold?”
“Oh, that was my wages for seven years’ service!”