A poor Woodman was cutting down a tree near the edge of a deep pool in the forest. What foolishness, cried one, to walk when they might as well ride. What in the world were you doing all last summer? Pull them out and I'll divide them between us. It was a terrible battle. Then she tried it again, this time pulling a chestnut half out of the fire. Do come down, dear friend, and let us celebrate the joyful event. He had had experience with such birds before. I did not even know you were there.
Those who have plenty want more and so lose all they have.