HOW DIFFERENT WE ARE - Kompalita

The small farmer came home very sadly, hung his hat on the nail
and sat down to the table.
“So, how did you do, dad?” Manka asked.
“Nay I did well. They are lords, they would even drive someone
mad.”
“So what, tell me.”
Dad was narrating, what the procurator had ordered him.
“Well and what’s more? I can guess it on my own, just don’t be sad,
in the morning I’ll tell you.”
However, the small farmer didn’t close his eyes the whole night. In
the morning Manka came to the room and said: “When the procurator
asks you, tell him, the sweetest thing is sleeping, the sharpest is an eye
and the richest is the soil, which everything comes from. However, I
warn you, don’t say from whom you have learnt.” The small farmer
went to the procurator wondering, if the response is good.
First the procurator called the farmer and asked him about the
solution of his puzzles.
„Well, I think,“ the landlord answered, „ that nothing could be
brighter than my dog, who snoops everything, nothing is sweeter than
my barrel of honey, which has been lying for four years , nothing is
richer than my chest of talers. “
„Dear landlord, „said the procurator and shrank up his shoulders,
„this seems somewhat fishy to me, but I will listen what is your
brother's idea.„
„Dear sir, I think that the brightest is an eye, which looks over
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