“Yes,” answered the grinder. “The work of one’s hands has a golden foundation. A good grinder finds money whenever he puts his hand into his pocket. But where did you buy that beautiful goose?”
“I did not buy it; I exchanged my pig for it.”
“And the pig?”
“Oh, I got that instead of my cow.”
“And the cow?”
“I got that for a horse.”
“And the horse?”
“I gave a lump of gold as big as my head for it.”
“And the gold?”
“Oh, that was my wages for seven years’ service.”