Page 8 - HP1B 001 The Wood Cutter

outside for his daughter had locked what the problem was.

the door and fell asleep. So again he He looked up to see a dervish in a

had to sleep on the doorstep. long green robe and a tall green cap.

He awoke once more before dawn. “Holy sir, for three days I have gone

He promised himself to cut just out to gather thorn bushes, and for

enough wood so that he can make it three days I have come home too late

back home and they will have cakes to get into my house. And in all that

for sure. time, I’ve had nothing to eat.”

But yet again he took too long, and “What night is this, old man?”

yet again the door was bolted when The woodcutter said, It is the night

he got back. of Friday good sir.

The woodcutter wept in front of his “That’s right. It’s the eve of our holy

door as he did not know what to do. day. And that’s the time of Mushkil

Then he heard a voice asking him Gusha.”