"Ram, ram! make money!"

The lad thought this a fine thing; but as it was too far to get home
that day, he turned in for the night to the same inn where he had slept
the first time.

Before he called for anything, he tried what the North Wind had said of
the ram, and found it all true. When the landlord saw this, he thought
it a fine ram, and when the lad had fallen asleep, he took another which
could not coin even a penny, and exchanged the two.

Next morning off went the lad, and when he got home to his mother, he
said,--

"After all, the North Wind is a jolly fellow, for now he has given me a
ram, which will coin golden ducats if I only say, 'Ram, ram! make
money!'"

"All very true, I dare say," said his mother, "but I shan't believe it
until I see the ducats made."

"Ram, ram! make money!" said the lad; but not even a penny did the ram
coin.

So the lad went back to the North Wind and scolded him, and said the ram
was worth nothing, and he must have his rights for the meal.

"Well!" said the North Wind, "I've nothing else to give you but that old
stick in the corner yonder; but it's a stick of such a kind that if you