There was once an old woman, her family was all gone, and she was no student of any home, so she was cared for by the village
one day this woman died, and the choice came of whom would own her home, the first to speak was the smith.
“I mended her pots, and made her hinges, so what was hers should be mine”
then spoke the shepherd,
“I gave her wool to make her clothes, and milk for her to drink, so what was hers should be mine”
then the baker spoke
“i gave her bread to eat, and coal for her stove, so what was hers should be mine”
then the wind spoke
“i gave the forge its fire, and made the grass grow under the sheep, and raised the grain for the bread, so what was hers is mine”
and then the wind, swept her home away, though it had stood strong, leaving nothing for any other.