Once upon a time, long ago, there lived a man who was alive. This old man went every day to chop wood for his daily bread.
One day he takes his rope and axe again and goes into the forest to fetch wood. There was a spring along the way and - Oh - he sat down by the water to rest. Then the Oh an Arab jumps out of the well.
- Why did you call me? - asks the Arab.
- "I didn't call anyone," says the startled woodcutter.
- Te Oh-you said, and you told me Oh-is called.
Then he dives back into the spring, but the next minute he's standing in front of the woodcutter again, holding a pot.
- 'Father,' he says to the woodcutter, 'take this pot, but somehow don't tell him: kotár (feed wagon - ed.) pot spy. - With that, he disappears again.
The woodcutter takes the pot and sets off on his journey. He wonders on the road what's wrong with the pot and what if he could say a few words.
– Kotár "My pot," he says, and lo and behold, there is enough food in that pot to feed ten people.
- "That's enough, my little pot," the old man says, frightened, and takes the rope and the axe and runs back home.
- Well, why didn't you bring wood? - asks his wife when the old man arrives.
The woodcutter takes the pot, puts it on a shelf and says:
- Woman, somehow don't say that: kotár dish spy.
As soon as the woman is alone, he takes the pot in his hand and says to her: kotár dish spy. Well, it's got so much food in it, it's brown. The woman eats her fill, and, "That's enough, my pot," she takes it and puts it back on the shelf.
The woodcutter comes in the evening and they eat so much from the pot that they can't fit any more in. The next day the woodcutter says to his wife:
- Madam, let's invite you to the tub (judge) and all the villagers, let them be well fed.
All the people gather and go to the woodcutters' house for a visit.
- "What have they invited us to do," they say, "when there is no kitchen and no fire in the house.
Everyone settles down and waits for the food. The woman goes to the shelf, takes the dish off and goes out with it.
- Salvation is in the pot, the judge thinks to himself.
He whispers to his neighbour to hurry to the market and buy a pair of that pot.
Meanwhile the lumberjacks outside say: kotár and enough food comes out at once to fill their table. And while the table is spread, the man with the market pot comes.
They get down to the feasting. They eat and drink as much as they can, drink coffee and chew, and when they've had their fill, they put the pot back on the shelf. They get up and while they're walking home, the judge takes your dish and replaces it with another.
The next morning, the woodcutter takes the pot and whatever: kotár pot, but nothing comes out of it.
- "It must be the judge's work," thinks the old man, and without a word, he takes his rope and axe and goes into the woods to fetch wood.
He cuts the wood, puts it on his back and by the time he gets back to the spring, he can hardly bear the load. Oh! - he sighs and sits down to rest for a while. With great annoyance, the Arab appears:
- What did you call me again? - he shouted at the woodcutter.
- "I didn't call you," says the woodcutter, "I was tired, so I sighed.
- You do not know that Oh-is your name? - says the Arab.
He disappears again and reappears with a donkey. He gives the animal to the woodcutter and ties it to his soul, so that he somehow doesn't say to it: 'defecate, my donkey'. The Arab then disappears and the woodcutter takes the donkey on his way home. He is wondering what to do, and no sooner does he find out what to say, "Spit out my donkey," than he sees that the donkey's excrement is nothing but gold.
- "That's enough, my donkey," the old man rejoices and hurries home with his treasure.
The next day, he takes his donkey and while he goes to the bath to clean himself, he ties his animal to the gatepost.
- "Be careful," he admonishes the bath attendant, "somehow don't tell my pet to defecate, my donkey.
The bathing man smiles at this speech and as soon as he looks out, there is the man's donkey at the gate.
- 'Sit down, my ass,' jokes the bathing man; 'is not his excrement all gold?
He pulls out a lame little donkey from somewhere and replaces it with the woodcutter's.
Meanwhile the woodcutter was taking a bath, and in order to pay the bath money, he said to the animal, "Get out, my donkey. The lame little donkey won't even perk up his ears. The woodcutter looks at the animal, and it is not his wonder animal. He sits on it with great abandon and walks home.
And the next day, like one with both hands under a stone, he takes the axe and the rope again and sets off into the forest. He chops and splits the trees, loads up with it, and as soon as he stops again for a rest on his way home, the oh-serve. Before that, the Oh an Arab man and angrily hands him an iron whistle.
- Somehow you don't find a way to say to him: take it, dickhead," warns the Arab.
The woodcutter goes home, turns the knob, and looks at it, and keeps on humming until he says: take it, knob. And he climbs on his back and he's so full of brains that the old man is thrown to the ground in agony. With great difficulty he got up, left his axe and tree and trudged home with that damned willy.
He tells his wife at home:
- I'm going to the bathand I'll get my pot from him.
He takes his penis to the judge, wishes him a good day.
- What brings you to me old man? - the judge asks him.
- "I'd like to give you this knob," says the woodcutter, "but somehow don't tell him to take it, knob.
With that, he says goodbye, goes out and shelters by the gatepost.
The judge is watching the whistle. - "Take that, dicky," comes out of his mouth, and he's hit, beaten, and left in such a state that he cries out for the woodcutter:
- Here's your pot, here's your knob, take it with you.
The woodcutter rushes to the judge, takes his knob and his pot, and hurries to his wife with great joy.
- We've already got our pot, now all that's left is my donkey.
He rushes to the bath and while he's taking a bath, he gives the bath attendant his penis.
- Somehow you don't tell him: hold my dick," he warns his man.
The first thing the bath man said was: take my cock. So the willy did, and treated his man so badly that his bones cracked. The bath man ran after the woodcutter:
- Here's your donkey, here's your dick, and here's your neck.
The woodcutter didn't need anything else, and as a man who had done his job, he returned home with a dick and a donkey. He hangs his knob on a nail, ties his donkey in a stall, puts his pot on a shelf, and if he gets hungry, there's the pot, if he needs money, there's the donkey, and if someone comes to him with bad intentions, there's the knob. They live in great abundance until they die.
(Ignác Kúnos: Tales from the Island of Roses)
