So she sat down on a ridge and began to weep, and so bitterly that
two streams ran down from her eyes. And once when she looked up in her
grief, a woman was standing beside her, who said, "Why art thou weeping,
little Two-eyes?" Two-Eyes answered, "Have I not reason to weep, when I
have two eyes like other people, and my sisters and mother hate me for
it, and push me from one corner to another, throw old clothes at me, and
give me nothing to eat but the scraps they leave? To-day they have given
me so little that I am still quite hungry." Then the wise woman said,
"Wipe away thy tears, Two-eyes, and I will tell thee something to stop
thee ever suffering from hunger again; just say to thy goat,
"Bleat, my little goat, bleat,
Cover the table with something to eat,"
and then a clean well-spread little table will stand before thee, with
the most delicious food upon it of which thou mayst eat as much as thou
art inclined for, and when thou hast had enough, and hast no more need
of the little table, just say,
"Bleat, bleat, my little goat, I pray,
And take the table quite away,"
and then it will vanish again from thy sight.
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