One Word Leads To Another
a short story by Johann Peter Hepel
The rich man in Swalia decided to send his son to Paris to learn the french language and perhaps a few manners.
After a year or more his fathers oldest farmhand came to see him, the son was greatly surprised by the visit and cried out joyfully "Whatever are you doing here ? how are things at home?".
"Nothing much, Mr William although your fine raven copped it two weeks ago - the one the gamekeeper gave you".
"Oh poor bird" replied Mr William, "What happened to it ?".
"Well you see, he ate too much carrion when our fine horses died one after the other, I said he would".
"What? my fathers four fine greys are dead, how did that happen?".
"Well you see, they were worked too hard hauling water when the house and barns burnt down and it did no good".
"Oh no ! our house burnt down ! when was that?".
"Well you see, nobody thought of a fire when your father lay in his coffin, he was buried with night torches and a small spark soon spreads".
"That's terrible news ! my father dead and hows my sister?".
"Well you see, your father died of grief when the young missy had a child and no father for it - its a boy ! there's nothing much else to tell" he added .