corrvin | Tom Tit Tot (Reply)

Once upon a time there was a farmer and her daughter, and the farmer made five pies. They were baked too long and were hard, so she told her daughter, "Set these on the windowsill, and they'll come again."

By this she meant, the pies would soften up. But her daughter didn't know that, and she thought, if they'll come again anyway, why not eat them up? So she did.

Well, a later on that afternoon, the woman sends her daughters to see if the pies have come again. The daughter returns and says they haven't. She sends her again in the evening and the daughter again reports that they haven't come again.

"Well come again or not come again I intend to have pie for dinner, so bring me one." At this the daughter starts crying and explains that she can't, because she ate them ALL.

After some putting together of dinner, the woman is out on the porch spinning, and she's so angry at her daughter that she's singing "My daughter ha' et five pies today, my daughter ha' et five pies."

A king's servant is going by on the road and hears her singing, and he stops to ask "What's that you're singing?"

Well, angry at her daughter or not, she doesn't want to shame herself too, so she says, "Oh, I was just singing, my daughter ha' spun five skeins today, my daughter ha' spun five skeins."

"Oh, what an industrious girl! Surely the king would like to meet her, he wants a talented woman to marry his son..."

...I left my tomato bread on the counter, and it's come again. Yum!