_Hans._ See, Gretchen dear, what fine berries I have
brought.
_Gretchen._ Oh, what big ones! Where did you get them in so
short a time?
_Hans._ It was the fox, Gretchen. He was caught in a trap.
I let him out. He said I might have whatever I wished for, and I wished
for berries. Aren’t you glad?
_Gretchen._ Foolish boy! Why didn’t you ask for something
better? If he could fill your pail with berries just for the asking, he
could do far greater things.
_Hans._ But don’t you like the berries, Gretchen?
_Gretchen._ When we eat them there will be nothing left. Go
back and tell the fox that you wish to have the cupboard always full of
food.
_Hans._ Be satisfied, dear sister. We are quite happy as we
are.
_Gretchen._ No, I will not be satisfied. You must do as I tell
you.