"
"You've done better for yourself than you know," answered the fairy,
"and to show I'm not ungrateful, I'll grant you your next three wishes,
be they what they may." And therewith the fairy was no more to be seen,
and the woodman slung his wallet over his shoulder and his bottle at his
side, and off he started home.
But the way was long, and the poor man was regularly dazed with the
wonderful thing that had befallen him, and when he got home there was
nothing in his noddle but the wish to sit down and rest. Maybe, too, 't
was a trick of the fairy's. Who can tell? Anyhow down he sat by the
blazing fire, and as he sat he waxed hungry, though it was a long way
off supper-time yet.
"Hasn't thou naught for supper, dame?" said he to his wife.
"Nay, not for a couple of hours yet," said she.
"Ah!" groaned the woodman, "I wish I'd a good link of black pudding here
before me."
No sooner had he said the word, when clatter, clatter, rustle, rustle,
what should come down the chimney but a link of the finest black pudding
the heart of man could wish for.
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