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Somehow even when I try to fight down by animal tale love in order to give you a broader variety, I tend to still land with fables. So today let’s have an English legend. And please ignore the fact that it’s also not animal-free. Apparently it can’t be helped. 🙂

The Baker’s Daughter

A very long time ago, I cannot tell you when, it is so long since, there lived in a town in Herefordshire a baker who used to sell bread to all the folk around. He was a mean, greedy man, who sought in every way to put money by, and who did not scruple to cheat such people as he was able when they came to his shop.

baking normal bread

He had a daughter who helped him in his business, being unmarried and living with him, and seeing how her father treated the people, and how he succeeded in getting money by his bad practices, she, too, in time came to do the like.

One day when her father was away, and the girl remained alone in the shop, an old woman came in—

“My pretty girl,” said she, “give me a bit of dough I beg of you, for I am old and hungry.”

The girl at first told her to be off, but as the old woman would not go, and begged harder than before for a piece of bread, at last the baker’s daughter took up a piece of dough, and giving it to her, says— (more…)

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I started this blog to have a great excuse for reading my way through folktales from all kinds of peoples and then to share them. In this endeavor, let me tale you a Magyar folktale today. Weirdly enough, I never read one before which was obviously a great miss – judging from this one.

The Wishes

There were 10,000 wagons rolling along the turnpike road, in each wagon there were 10,000 casks, in each cask 10,000 bags, in each bag 10,000 poppy seeds, in each poppy seed 10,000 lightnings. May all these thunderous lightnings strike him who won’t listen to my tale, which I have brought from beyond the Operencian Sea!

...and then the fairy was gone again...

There was once, it doesn’t matter where: there was once upon a time, a poor man who had a pretty young wife; they were very fond of each other. The only thing they had to complain of was their poverty, as neither of them owned a farthing. It happened, therefore, sometimes, that they quarrelled a little, and then they always cast it in each other’s teeth that they hadn’t got anything to bless themselves with. But still they loved each other. (more…)

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