Once upon a time, across seventeen countries, even across the Peruvian Sea, where the pig with the short tail is prowling, there was a poor man and his three sons. One day the king proclaimed throughout the land that to him he would give his daughter and half his kingdom, to whomsoever he could find a son-in-law who could say anything that he could not believe.
When the poor man hears the news, he says to his sons:
- Well, my sons, try your luck and may God help you.
The eldest and the middle son said that they would only stay at home, they would go and explore the land, but the youngest son did not say twice, he went to the king's city.
Well, when he arrives at the king's court, the court is full of princes, princes, earls, barons, lords of all ranks and ranks. There was even a long-tailed Scot with a hat, and even a gypsy.
They said everything, one bigger than the other. But whatever they said, the king believed it all. Then, when they had all gone away in great shame, and the court was cleared, the poor lad went up to the king, and greeted him in the proper manner.
- God grant you, good day, my sovereign King!
- By God, my son, what are you doing here?
- I would, indeed, my sovereign King, like to marry the Princess.
- I believe you, my son, but then how would you support it?
- Well, we have a small piece of land.
- I believe you, son.
- But we also have two oxen and a cow.
- I believe it, my son, of course I believe it.
- Hm, but the other day the manure pile in our yard grew like a tower.
- I believe that too, my son, of course I do.
- My two brothers and I carried out that big pile of manure in one day, in three days.
- I believe, my son, I believe.
- Yes, but we didn't carry it to our land, we carried it to the neighbour's land.
- I believe, my son, I believe.
- When I noticed this, I went home and told my father what had happened.
- I believe, my son, I believe.
- The four of us went out, took the four corners of the earth, lifted it up and spread the manure on our land.
- I believe you, my son, even if you don't say so.
- Then we sowed our land with wheat.
- I believe, my son, I believe.
- But then this wheat grew into a forest so thick that even Your Majesty had never seen it. And there were acorns like stars in the sky.
- I believe, my son, I believe.
- My father says, "I'm not going to cut down this forest, I'm going to buy a herd of pigs and feed them to the acorns."
- I believe, my son, I believe, of course I believe.
- Yes, but the herd of pigs needed a shepherd.
- I believe, my son, I believe.
- Who do you think, my lord king, my father has hired? Your Majesty's old father.
- You lie, you hangman! - cried the king in great anger.
But it's already in vain, he's already slipped up. At once he summoned a priest, married his daughter to the poor lad, gave him half his kingdom, and promised that when he died he would have it all.
Then they had a great feast, wine flowed from Hencida to Boncida. Everybody who got there got something. And I got a bone, and I ran away with it. This is the end, run away from it.
(Elek Benedek: Hungarian tale- and mythology Volume 2)
