3rd :) The woodcutters wife was busily cleaning a pot outside the house

3rd THE THREE WISHES (2) <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p>  <a href="javascript:albumViewer('viewer','http://pds12.cafe.daum.net/download.php?grpid=GQhU&fldid=d9S&dataid=9&fileid=1&regdt=20061126232845&disk=34&grpcode=originalbook&dncnt=N&.gif')"><IMG hspace=0 src="https://img1.daumcdn.net/relay/cafe/original/?fname=http%3A%2F%2Fpds12.cafe.daum.net%2Fdownload.php%3Fgrpid%3DGQhU%26fldid%3Dd9S%26dataid%3D9%26fileid%3D1%26regdt%3D20061126232845%26disk%3D34%26grpcode%3Doriginalbook%26dncnt%3DN%26.gif" align=left vspace=3 border=0 id=upload_image1 onload='controlImage(this.id);'></a>The woodcutter's wife was busily cleaning a pot outside the house when her husband arrived. Grabbing her round the waist, he twirled her in delight.<o:p></o:p> <o:p> </o:p> "Hooray! Hooray! Our luck is in!" <o:p></o:p> <o:p> </o:p> The woman could not understand why her husband was so pleased with himself and she shrugged herself free. Later, however, over a glass of fine wine at the table, the woodcutter told his wife of his meeting with the elf, and she too began to picture the wonderful things that the elf's three wishes might give them. The woodcutter's wife took a first sip of wine from her husband's glass.<o:p></o:p> <o:p> </o:p> "Nice," she said, smacking her lips. "I wish I had a string of sausages to go with it, though..."<o:p></o:p> <o:p> </o:p> Instantly she bit her tongue, but too late. Out of the air appeared the sausages while the woodcutter stuttered with rage.<o:p></o:p> <o:p> </o:p> ". . . what have you done! Sausages . . . What a stupid waste of a wish! I wish they would stick up your nose!" No sooner said than done. For the sausages leapt up and stuck fast to the end of the woman's nose.<o:p></o:p> <o:p> </o:p> This time, the woodcutter's wife flew into a rage.<o:p></o:p> <o:p> </o:p> "You idiot, what have you done? With all the things we could have wished for . . ." The mortified woodcutter, who had just repeated his wife's own mistake, exclaimed:<o:p></o:p> <o:p> </o:p> "I'd chop . . ." Luckily he stopped himself in time, realizing with horror that he'd been on the point of having his tongue chopped off. As his wife complained and blamed him, the poor man burst out laughing.<o:p></o:p> <o:p> </o:p> "If only you knew how funny you look with those sausages on the end of your nose!" Now that really upset the woodcutter's wife. She hadn't thought of her looks. She tried to tug away the sausages but they would not budge. She pulled again and again, but in vain. The sausages were firmly attached to her nose. <o:p></o:p> <o:p> </o:p> Terrified, she exclaimed: "They'll be there for the rest of my life!"<o:p></o:p> <o:p> </o:p> Feeling sorry for his wife and wondering how he could ever put up with a woman with such an awkward nose, the woodcutter said: "I'll try." Grasping the string of sausages, he tugged with all his might. But he simply pulled his wife over on top of him. The pair sat on the floor, gazing sadly at each other.<o:p></o:p> <o:p> </o:p> "What shall we do now?" they said, each thinking the same thought.<o:p></o:p>  <o:p></o:p> "There's only one thing we can do . . ." ventured the woodcutter's wife timidly.<o:p></o:p> <o:p> </o:p> "Yes, I'm afraid so . . ." her husband sighed, remembering their dreams of riches, and he bravely wished the third and last wish "I wish the sausages would leave my wife's nose."<o:p></o:p> <o:p> </o:p> And they did. Instantly, husband and wife hugged each other tearfully, saying "Maybe we'll be poor, but we'll be happy again!"<o:p></o:p> <o:p> </o:p> That evening, the only reminder of the woodcutter's meeting with the elf was the string of sausages. So the couple fried them, gloomily thinking of what that meal had cost them.