The old man's son learned his skills

once upon a time, there was an old man and an old lady.

they have a son.

the old man's poor.

he wants his son to learn to trade.

the son learned his skills, and his parents were comforted when they were young, and when he was old, someone worked for him, and when he died, someone attended to the funeral.

the old man doesn't have money, his son does nothing.

he took his son from the city to another, and no one wanted to take his son as an apprentice, and he could not afford to pay.

the old man came home and he cried, he was bored and he was dying.

he took his son to the city, where he met a man.

the man said, "hey, old man, why aren't you happy?" "i bring my son to learn trades, and nobody wants to teach him free.

i have no money.

can i be happy?" the old man said.

"well, leave it to me." the guy said.

“just three years, i can teach him all kinds of good crafts.

three years later, this time of the day, you come to the son.

remember not to be late, to be on time to identify his son and take him back; after that, he will be detained with me.” the old man was happy not to ask him where he lived to teach his son what to do.

he gave his son to that man and went home.

he's happy to come home and tell the old man.

actually, the man was a wizard.

three years later, the old man can't remember when he handed over his son, or how.

the son became a little bird, flew home one day earlier and fell flat on the floor of the foot of the wall.

a beautiful young man flew into the house, bowed to his father, told him that the next day was exactly three years, to pick him up, and told him how to recognize him.

“the boss didn't teach me one,” the son said, “there are eleven others who were held by the boss for long periods because their parents did not recognize them.

if you don't recognize me, i'll be the twelfth in custody.

tomorrow, when you pick me up, he'll turn us into 12 pigeons, like feathers, like tails, like heads.

you watch, you fly high, i fly high.

when the boss asks you if you recognize your son, you point out i'm the highest flying pigeon." the son goes on to say, "after that, the boss will release 12 horses, the same hair, the same as the horse, in the same direction, and watch as you walk across the horse, and i will stomp my right foot.

the boss asked if you recognized your son, and you said it was me." the son also said: “then the boss will bring in 12 young men, identical in shape, identical in hair, identical in appearance and identical in clothing.

when you walk by them, watch, i have a fly on my right neck.

the boss asks if you recognize your son, and you point me out." say good-bye to your father and walk out of the house.

he shot it on the earth, turned into a bird, flew to the boss.

good morning, old man.

let's go get a son.

he saw the wizard.

"hey, old man." the wizard said, "i taught your son a lot of craftsbut if you don't recognize him, he'll be here forever.” the wizards put out twelve pigeons with identical feathers, identical tails and identical heads.

he said, "older, recognize your son." the pigeons are all the same, how can they recognize them? the old man looks at them and sees one flying the highest.

and he pointed at that one and said, "that's my son!" the wizard says.

for the second time, the witches released 12 horses, all the same, and the hair fell in the same direction.

the old man looked around the horse for a while.

the boss asked him, "well, old man, do you recognize your son?" the old man found a horse stabbing his right foot, and he pointed at him and said, "this is my son!" for the third time, there were 12 young men who came out with the same body, the same hair, the same voice, the same face, the same mother.

the old man looked at the boy once, found nothing, again, or nothing.

on the third look, a young man found a fly on his right neck.

he said, "this is my son!" "recognize, recognize, old man!" "the boss couldn't afford to hand over the old man's son." father and son go home.

they walk, see a landowner.

"daddy," the son says, "i'm a dog now, and you buy me, and you sell it to him, but don't sell the collar, or i won't come back." after his son had said it, he hit him in the face and immediately became a dog.

the landlord saw the old man with a dog and wanted to buy it.

he looked at the dog and he looked at the neck of the dog.

the landlord pays $100 and the old man asks $300.

tell me about it.

the landlord bought the dog for $200.

the old man had to take the collar off, and the landlord wouldn't do it, and he wouldn't listen.

"i only sell dogs, not collars." the old man said.

the landlord said, "whoever buys a dog buys a collar." the old man thought he'd sell the collar without a dog.

the landlord picked up the dog and put it in the wagon.

the old man took the money and went home.

the landlord walked and saw a rabbit coming across the street.

he thought, "let the dog go after the rabbit and see how the dog's leg is." he just released the dog and the rabbit ran in one direction.

the dog ran in the other direction into the woods.

the landlord waited a long time without seeing the dog.

the dog became a pretty young man。