Story of the Foreign Fairy Chapter 21

Once upon a time there was a businessman who was very rich. His silver dollars could be used to pave an entire street, and the excess could be used to pave an alley. But he didn't do this: he had other ways to use his money. If he took out a penny, he would definitely make some money back. He was such a businessman and later he died.

His son now inherited all the money; he lived a happy life; he went to masquerades every night, made kites out of paper money, and played jugglery on the beach with gold coins instead of stones. In this way, money can easily be spent; his money really was spent in this way. In the end he had only four cents left, along with a pair of loafers and an old pajamas. His friends now no longer want to associate with him because he can no longer go shopping with them. But one of these friends was kind-hearted and gave him a box and said, "Pack your things in it!" This meant well, but he didn't have anything to pack in it, so he Just sit in the box by yourself.

This is a very funny box. One only has to press its lock, and the box can fly. It really took off. Hush Box took him flying out of the chimney, flying high into the clouds, flying farther and farther. There was a noise at the bottom of the box, and he was very frightened, lest it break into pieces, because that would make his somersaults very difficult! God bless you! He actually flew to the country where the Turks lived. He hid the box under the dead leaves in the woods and went into town. This was not too difficult, since the Turk wore the same clothes as he did: a pair of slippers and a nightgown. He met a wet nurse holding a child.

"Hey, your Turkish nanny," he said, "what's the matter with the windows of the palace on the edge of the city opening so high?"

"That's where the king's daughter lives!" she said. "Someone once prophesied that she would become very unhappy because of a lover, so no one could see her unless the king and queen were present."