||Once upon a time . . .
a woodcutter lived happily with his wife in a pretty little log cabin in the middle of a
thick forest. Each morning he set off singing to work, and when he came home in the
evening, a plate of hot steaming soup was always waiting for him. One day, however, he had
a strange surprise. He came upon a big fir tree with strange open holes on the trunk. It
looked somehow different from the other trees, and just as he was about to chop it down,
the alarmed face of an elf popped out of a hole. "What's all this banging?"
asked the elf. "You're not thinking of cutting down this tree, are you? It's my home.
I live here!" The woodcutter dropped his axe in astonishment. "Well, I . .
." he stammered. "With all the other trees there are in this forest, you have to
pick this one. Lucky I was in, or I would have found myself homeless." Taken aback at
these words, the woodcutter quickly recovered, for after all the elf was quite tiny, while
he himself was a big hefty chap, and he boldly replied: "I'll cut down any tree I
like, so . . ." "All right! All right!" broke in the elf. "Shall we
put it this way: if you don't cut down this tree, I grant you three wishes. Agreed?"
The woodcutter scratched his head. "Three wishes, you say? Yes, I agree." And he
began to hack at another tree. As he worked and sweated at his task, the woodcutter kept
thinking about the magic wishes. "I'll see what my wife thinks..." The
woodcutter's wife was busily cleaning a pot outside the house when her husband arrived.
Grabbing her round the waist, he twirled her in delight. "Hooray! Hooray! Our luck is
in!" The woman could not understand why her husband was so pleased with himself and
she shrugged herself free. Later, however, over a glass of fine wine at the table, the
woodcutter told his wife of his meeting with the elf, and she too began to picture the
wonderful things that the elf's three wishes might give them. The woodcutter's wife took a
first sip of wine from her husband's glass. "Nice," she said, smacking her lips.
"I wish I had a string of sausages to go with it, though..." Instantly she bit
her tongue, but too late. Out of the air appeared the sausages while the woodcutter
stuttered with rage. ". . . what have you done! Sausages . . . What a stupid waste of
a wish! You foolish woman. I wish they would stick up your nose!" No sooner said than
done. For the sausages leapt up and stuck fast to the end of the woman's nose. This time,
the woodcutter's wife flew into a rage. "You idiot, what have you done? With all the
things we could have wished for . . ." The mortified woodcutter, who had just
repeated his wife's own mistake, exclaimed: "I'd chop . . ." Luckily he stopped
himself in time, realizing with horror that he'd been on the point of having his tongue
chopped off. As his wife complained and blamed him, the poor man burst out laughing.
"If only you knew how funny you look with those sausages on the end of your
nose!" Now that really upset the woodcutter's wife. She hadn't thought of her looks.
She tried to tug away the sausages but they would not budge. She pulled again and again,
but in vain. The sausages were firmly attached to her nose. Terrified, she exclaimed:
"They'll be there for the rest of my life!" Feeling sorry for his wife and
wondering how he could ever put up with a woman with such an awkward nose, the woodcutter
said: "I'll try." Grasping the string of sausages, he tugged with all his might.
But he simply pulled his wife over on top of him. The pair sat on the floor, gazing sadly
at each other. "What shall we do now?" they said, each thinking the same
thought. "There's only one thing we can do . . ." ventured the woodcutter's wife
timidly. "Yes, I'm afraid so . . ." her husband sighed, remembering their dreams
of riches, and he bravely wished the third and last wish "I wish the sausages would
leave my wife's nose." And they did. Instantly, husband and wife hugged each other
tearfully, saying "Maybe we'll be poor, but we'll be happy again!" That evening,
the only reminder of the woodcutter's meeting with the elf was the string of sausages. So
the couple fried them, gloomily thinking of what that meal had cost them.