And a prince he was. He had a carriage and servants—and yet it was not enough. He looked around for something to wish for, and he noticed the sun.
He cried out, “The sun is mightier than I! Oh, if I were only the sun!”
And the mountain spirit replied, “Your wish is heard. The sun you shall be.”
And the sun he was. But soon, a cloud covered his face and no one could see him.
The sun cried out, “This cloud is mightier than I! Oh, if only I were a cloud!”
And the mountain spirit responded: “Your wish is heard. A cloud you shall be.”
And a cloud he was. For days, he rained on everything below, flooding rivers and destroying. villages. Only the great rock on the mountain was not affected by the rain.
The cloud cried out, “Is the rock mightier than I? Oh, if I were only the rock!”
And the mountain spirit answered, “Your wish is heard. The rock you shall be.”
And the rock he was. Proudly he stood. But one day he heard a strange noise at his feet. A stone-cutter was chipping away at his surface.
The rock cried out, “Is the stone-cutter mightier than I? Oh, if only I were a stone-cutter!”
And the mountain spirit answered, “Your wish is heard. A stone-cutter you shall be.”
And a stone-cutter he was once again.
His work was hard.
His house was small.
But at last, he was happy.