Wilhelm Grimm

Lina said to Fundevogel: 'Never leave me, and I will never leave you.' Fundevogel said: 'Neither now, nor ever.' Then said Lina: 'Do you become a rose-tree, and I the rose upon it.'

Some men are born to good luck: all they do or try to do comes right— all that falls to them is so much gain-all their geese are swans-all their cards are trumps-toss them which way you will, they will always, like poor puss, alight upon their legs, and only move on so much the faster. The world may very likely not always think of them as they think of themselves, but what care they for the world? what can it know about the matter?

certain

in the garden stood a tree

for fear some harm should come to him

the young man laid himself under the tree to watch.

a bird came flying

did the bird no harm;

only it dropped a golden feather

all the council was called together.