"What do you want?" said she to him, but she did not look so very wicked. "I should like to have three golden hairs from the devil's head," answered he, "else I cannot keep my wife." - "That is a good deal to ask for," said she; "if the devil comes home and finds you, it will cost you your life; but as I pity you, I will see if I cannot help you." She changed him into an ant and said, "Creep into the folds of my dress, you will be safe there." - "Yes," answered he, "so far, so good; but there are three things besides that I want to know: why a fountain which once flowed with wine has become dry, and no longer gives even water; why a tree which once bore golden apples does not even put forth leaves; and why a ferry-man must always be going backwards and forwards, and is never set free?" - "Those are difficult questions," answered she, "but only be silent and quiet and pay attention to what the devil says when I pull out the three golden hairs."
Y, transformándolo en hormiga, le dijo: - Disimúlate entre los pliegues de mi falda; aquí estarás seguro. - Bueno -respondió él-, no está mal para empezar; pero es que, además, quisiera saber tres cosas: por qué una fuente que antes manaba vino se ha secado y no da ni siquiera agua; por qué un árbol que daba manzanas de oro no tiene ahora ni hojas, y por qué un barquero ha de estar bogando sin parar de una a otra orilla, sin que nunca lo releven.