Imagine, mother, that you are to stay at home and I am to travelinto strange lands.Imagine that my boat is ready at the landing fully laden.Now think well, mother, before you say what I shall bring foryou when I come back.Mother, do you want heaps and heaps of gold?There, by the banks of golden streams, fields are full ofgolden harvest.And in the shade of the forest path the golden champ flowerdrop on the ground.I will gather them all for you in many hundred baskets.Mother, do you want pearls big as the raindrops of autumn?I shall cross to the pearl island shore.There in the early morning light pearls tremble on the meadowflowers, pearls drop on the grass, and pearls are scattered on thesand in spray by the wild sea-waves.My brother shall have a pair of horses with wings to fly amongthe clouds.For father I shall bring a magic pen that, without hisknowing, will write of itself.For you, mother, I must have the casket and jewel that costseven kings their kingdom.
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