"
"Aye so," says the wise woman, "I might manage that, if so be thou 'lt
help thyself."
"How's that for, missis?" says he.
"Jest so," says she, looking in the pot; "bring me the heart of the
thing thou likest best of all, and I'll tell thee where to get thy
pottle o' brains."
"But," says he, scratching his head, "how can I do that?"
"That's no for me to say," says she, "find out for thyself, my lad! if
thou doesn't want to be a fool all thy days. But thou 'll have to read
me a riddle so as I can see thou 'st brought the right thing, and if thy
brains is about thee. And I've something else to see to," says she, "so
gode'en to thee," and she carried the pot away with her into the back
place.
So off went the fool to his mother, and told her what the wise woman
said.
"And I reckon I'll have to kill that pig," says he, "for I like fat
bacon better than anything."
"Then do it, my lad," said his mother, "for certain 't will be a strange
and good thing fur thee, if thou canst buy a pottle o' brains, and be
able to look after thy own self.
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