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Once upon a time t, there was a poor family with three sons: Pierre, Jacques,  and Jean. One day, Pierre, the eldest, said: “I’m going to go look for work; I will come back when I am rich. » He set off on the high road and walked and walked. One evening, having only a crust of bread left to eat, he met an old woman who asked him: “Will you show me the way to Châteauguay?” » Pierre informed her, then she said: “Do you have anything to give to an old poor woman? » Pierre gave him his crust of bread. The old woman accepted him and said:

“I am a fairy. To thank you for your kindness, here is a white tablecloth. You will only have to say: "Tablecloth, set the table!", and immediately dishes of all kinds will be placed on it of their own accord. 
— Oh, thank you, thank you! » said Pierre, hastening to get back on the road towards his parents' house. He walked, walked at a brisk pace, but night came. He was tired, so he stopped at an inn. Before going to sleep, as he was hungry, he took out his tablecloth and ordered: “Tablecloth, set the table!” » Immediately the tablecloth unfolded before his eyes and was covered with succulent dishes and appetizing fruits. But the innkeeper had seen the carousel and, during the night, he stole the tablecloth which he replaced with another identical one.
The next morning, Pierre left the inn and headed home.

“See,” he hastened to say to his parents, “I have brought back a wonderful tablecloth covered with delicious food and fruit. You'll see  »
He took the white tablecloth out of his bag and called out: “Tablecloth, set the table!” » But the tablecloth remained folded and nothing appeared. Then Pierre took it, unfolded it, examined it, and found that it was not his. “It must be the innkeeper who stole it from me!” » he exclaimed, quite sheepishly. Then one of his brothers, Jacques, suddenly announced: “I too am going to look for work. And I will send Pierre's tablecloth. »

In turn, he walked and walked. One good morning he arrived at the edge of a river without much water where an old woman was sitting, all bent over with age. Seeing him approach, she called out to him: “Will you help me cross the river?” » Jacques consented without hesitation. Arriving at the other bank, the old woman said to him: “I am a fairy. To reward you for rescuing me, I'm giving you this hen. » And she took out a hen from under her coat, adding: "Say: 'Hen, lay me some gold!' and she will lay gold. »

EDelighted, Jacques thanked the old woman and hurried back to his parents. He walked for a long time and ended up stopping to sleep at the inn where his brother Pierre had stopped. He went up to his room and said to his hen: “Hen, lay me some gold!” » And the hen laid three golden eggs. To pay for his expense, he gave one to the innkeeper who had doubts about its provenance. During the night, the latter went to the room where his client was sleeping, saw the hen, and, stole it. He replaced it with another example.

LTheThet day, Jacques arrived home very happy, saying: “See my pretty hen; She lays gold! Look carefully! »He placed his hen on the table and said: “Hen, lay me some gold!” » All the hen did was shake her head and sing: “Cack-cack-can.” » Jacques was very sad. He cried out: “Ah, it’s the naughty innkeeper who stole my hen! » Then, Jean, the youngest of the three brothers, said: “It’s my turn to try my luck. I'm going to seek my fortune. »

VSLike his brothers before him, he walked, walked on the path. Then, at dusk, he arrived at the edge of a large wood where an old woman was standing, who said to him: “My dear little one, will you help me cross this wood? It's very dark, and I'm afraid of thieves.
“Gladly,” said Jean.
He then took the old woman's hand and led her to the other side of the wood. Arriving there, the old woman stood up and declared: “I am a fairy. To reward you for your kindness, I am giving you this stick as a gift. All you have to do is say: “Stick, hit!”, and he will immediately start hitting whoever you want. »
Jean was delighted. He thanked the fairy and quickly headed towards the house where his brothers and parents were waiting for him. But night fell, and Jean was tired. He stopped to sleep at the inn, the same one where his brothers had stopped. After a good night's rest, he asked the innkeeper:
"Are you the one who stole my brother's tablecloth, the tablecloth that sets the table?"
- No way! replied the innkeeper. I didn't steal anything at all!
“You're going to give it back to me or I'll hit you with my stick,” said Jean.
“I have nothing to give you back,” protested the man.
- Either ! said Jean. So, stick, hit! »
Immediately the stick fell on the innkeeper's shoulders. Bang! Bing! Pan, pan! The innkeeper fled, lamenting and shouting:
“Stop! Stop your stick! »
“Not until you have returned my brother's tablecloth to me,” replied Jean.
His body bruised, the innkeeper finally took the white tablecloth from the sideboard and gave it to Jean who stopped his stick. Then the young man went off down the path. But, that same evening, he returned asking for asylum for the night. And the next morning he said to the innkeeper: “Now give me back the hen that you stole from my brother.
— I didn't steal a chicken! protested the innkeeper.
— If you don't give it back to me, I'll beat you with my stick.
- No no Don't have your chicken! » yelled the innkeeper as he ran away, because he was very afraid of being beaten with a stick. Jean called out: “Stick, hit!” » The stick ran after the man, jumped on his back, and tapped him on the shoulders. The stick tapped. Bing! Bang! Pan, pan! The ugly innkeeper screamed and rolled on the ground, but the stick continued to strike. Bing! Bang! Pan, pan! Unable to bear the pain any longer, the innkeeper went to get the hen and handed it over to Jean, who stopped his stick and set off again.

On the way he met three thieves who said to him:
“Give over your hen and all your belongings, otherwise we will hang you from the highest branch of this tree.”
— Let me pass, said Jean, or I will have you massacred with the blows of my stick.
—Ha, ha! said the thieves, laughing at his threats. We will hang you!
— Stick, hit! » Jean shouted.
And the rod fell like hail on the shoulders of the thieves. Bing! Bang! Pan, pan! The frightened thieves fled, pursued by the unleashed stick. Bing! Bang! Pan, Pan! Jean recalled his stick and set off again. He arrived at his parents' house and joyfully exclaimed: "I brought everything back: the tablecloth, the chicken, and my stick which knocks whenever I want." Here is the tablecloth. “Tablecloth, set the table!” » launched Pierre. Immediately the tablecloth spread out and was covered with appetizing food and fruit. Jean took the hen out of his bag, and Jacques said: “Hen, lay me some gold!” » And the hen laid three golden eggs. It was then, in the poor house, an evening of rejoicing enhanced with a king's feast.

Pierre, Jacques, and Jean had made their fortune. They made life sweet for their parents, and all five lived happily and contented until the end of their days.

Once upon a story Tales and Legends Stick, tap! Once upon a time, there was a poor family with three sons: Pierre, Jacques, and Jean. One day, Pierre, the eldest, said: “I’m going to go look for work; I will come back when I am rich. » He set off on the high road and walked and walked. One evening, having only a crust of bread left to eat, he met an old woman who asked him: “Will you show me the way to Châteauguay?” » Pierre informed her, then she said: “Do you have anything to give to an old poor woman? » Pierre gave him his crust of bread. The old woman accepted him and said: “I am a fairy. To thank you for your kindness, here is a white tablecloth. You will only have to say: "Tablecloth, set the table!", and immediately dishes of all kinds will be placed on it of their own accord.  — Oh, thank you, thank you! » said Pierre, hastening to get back on the road towards his parents' house. He walked, walked at a brisk pace, but night came. He was tired, so he stopped at an inn. Before going to sleep, as he was hungry, he took out his tablecloth and ordered: “Tablecloth, set the table!” » Immediately the tablecloth unfolded before his eyes and was covered with succulent dishes and appetizing fruits. But the innkeeper had seen the carousel and, during the night, he stole the tablecloth which he replaced with another identical one. The next morning, Pierre left the inn and headed home. Stick, tap! - illustration 1 “See,” he hastened to say to his parents, “I have brought back a wonderful tablecloth covered with delicious food and fruit. You'll see! » He took the white tablecloth out of his bag and called out: “Tablecloth, set the table!” » But the tablecloth remained folded and nothing appeared. Then Pierre took it, unfolded it, examined it, and found that it was not his. “It must be the innkeeper who stole it from me!” » he exclaimed, quite sheepishly. Then one of his brothers, Jacques, suddenly announced: “I too am going to look for work. And I will find Pierre's tablecloth. » Stick, tap! - illustration 2 In turn, he walked and walked. One good morning he arrived at the edge of a river without much water where an old woman was sitting, all bent over with age. Seeing him approach, she called out to him: “Will you help me cross the river?” » Jacques consented without hesitation. Arriving at the other bank, the old woman said to him: “I am a fairy. To reward you for rescuing me, I'm giving you this hen. » And she took out a hen from under her coat, adding: "Say: 'Hen, lay me some gold!' and she will lay gold. » EDelighted, Jacques thanked the old woman and hurried back to his parents. He walked for a long time and ended up stopping to sleep at the inn where his brother Pierre had stopped. He went up to his room and said to his hen: “Hen, lay me some gold!” » And the hen laid three golden eggs. To pay for his expense, he gave one to the innkeeper who had doubts about its provenance. During the night, the latter went to the room where his client was sleeping, saw the hen, and stole it. He replaced it with another the same. The next day, Jacques arrived home very happy, saying: “See my pretty hen; She lays gold! Look carefully! » He placed his hen on the table and said: “Hen, lay me some gold!” » All the hen did was shake her head and sing: “Cack-cack-can.” » Jacques was very sad. He cried out: “Ah, it’s the naughty innkeeper who stole my hen! » Then, Jean, the youngest of the three brothers, said: “It’s my turn to try my luck. I'm going to seek my fortune. » Stick, tap! - illustration 3 VSLike his brothers before him, he walked, walked on the path. Then, at dusk, he arrived at the edge of a large wood where an old woman was standing, who said to him: “My dear little one, will you help me cross this wood? It's very dark, and I'm afraid of thieves. “Gladly,” said Jean. He then took the old woman's hand and led her to the other side of the wood. Arriving there, the old woman stood up and declared: “I am a fairy. To reward you for your kindness, I am giving you this stick as a gift. All you have to do is say: “Stick, hit!”, and he will immediately start hitting whoever you want. » Jean was delighted. He thanked the fairy and quickly headed towards the house where his brothers and parents were waiting for him. But night fell, and Jean was tired. He stopped to sleep at the inn, the same one where his brothers had stopped. After a good night's rest, he asked the innkeeper: "Are you the one who stole my brother's tablecloth, the tablecloth that sets the table?" - No way! replied the innkeeper. I didn't steal anything at all! “You're going to give it back to me or I'll hit you with my stick,” said Jean. “I have nothing to give you back,” protested the man. - Either ! said Jean. So, stick, hit! » Immediately the stick fell on the innkeeper's shoulders. Bang! Bing! Pan, pan! The innkeeper fled, lamenting and shouting: “Stop! Stop your stick! » “Not until you have returned my brother's tablecloth to me,” replied Jean. His body bruised, the innkeeper finally took the white tablecloth from the sideboard and gave it to Jean who stopped his stick. Then the young man went off down the path. But, that same evening, he returned asking for asylum for the night. And the next morning he said to the innkeeper: “Now give me back the hen that you stole from my brother. — I didn't steal a chicken! protested the innkeeper. — If you don't give it back to me, I'll beat you with my stick. - No no! I don't have your chicken! » yelled the innkeeper as he ran away because he was very afraid of being beaten with a stick. Jean called out: “Stick, hit!” » The stick ran after the man, jumped on his back, and tapped him on the shoulders. The stick tapped. Bing! Bang! Pan, pan! The ugly innkeeper screamed and rolled on the ground, but the stick continued to strike. Bing! Bang! Pan, pan! Unable to bear the pain any longer, the innkeeper went to get the hen and handed it over to Jean, who stopped his stick and set off again. On the way he met three thieves who said to him: “Give over your hen and all your belongings, otherwise we will hang you from the highest branch of this tree.” — Let me pass, said Jean, or I will have you massacred with the blows of my stick. —Ha, ha! said the thieves, laughing at his threats. We will hang you! — Stick, hit! » Jean shouted. And the rod fell like hail on the shoulders of the thieves. Bing! Bang! Pan, pan! The frightened thieves fled, pursued by the unleashed stick. Bing! Bang! Pan, Pan! Jean recalled his stick and set off again. He arrived at his parents' house and joyfully exclaimed: "I brought everything back: the tablecloth, the chicken, and my stick which knocks whenever I want." Here is the tablecloth. “Tablecloth, set the table!” » launched Pierre. Immediately the tablecloth spread out and was covered with appetizing food and fruit. Jean took the hen out of his bag, and Jacques said: “Hen, lay me some gold!” » And the hen laid three golden eggs. It was then, in the poor house, an evening of rejoicing enhanced with a king's feast. Pierre, Jacques, and Jean had made their fortune. They made life sweet for their parents, and all five lived happily and contented until the end of their days.