The Tanuki fell straight into the water, and was held there by
the hare till he was quite dead. Then he put the body in his
boat and rowed to land, and told the old man that his enemy was
dead at last. And the old man rejoiced that his wife was
avenged, and he took the hare into his house, and they lived
together all their days in peace and quietness upon the mountain.





The Flying Trunk
Translated from the German of Hans Andersen.



There was once a merchant who was so rich that he could have
paved the whole street, and perhaps even a little side-street
besides, with silver. But he did not do that; he knew another
way of spending his money. If he spent a shilling he got back a
florin-such an excellent merchant he was till he died.

Now his son inherited all this money. He lived very merrily; he
went every night to the theatre, made paper kites out of
five-pound notes, and played ducks and drakes with sovereigns
instead of stones. In this way the money was likely to come soon
to an end, and so it did.

At last he had nothing left but four shillings, and he had no
clothes except a pair of slippers and an old dressing-gown.