Transcript:
THE THREE LUCK-CHILDREN
A FATHER once called his three sons before him. He gave to the first a cock, to the second a scythe, and to the third a cat.
“I am old,” said he, “my death is nigh, and I have wished to take thought for you before my end. Money I have not, and what I now give you seems of little worth. But all depends on your making a sensible use of it. Only seek out a country where such things are still unknown, and your fortune is made.”
After the father’s death, the eldest went away with his cock. But wherever he came the cock was already known.