The fairy again listened to him and granted his wish. Now, he twisted and twirled. He blew here and there, until he blew against a rock that stood in his way. He blew as hard as he could, but the stone remained unmoved. ‘If I were a stone,’ he thought, ‘no one would trouble me. A stone is the best thing in the world!’ Now, the fairy turned him into a big, heavy rock. He sat unmoved and watched time go by. But one day, a group of stonecutters came there.
They battered at him, just doing their job. “Please, fairy, help me!” he begged, “Being a stone is not what I want after all. From now on, I want to be no one else but only me.” The fairy fulfilled his wish for the last time. He picked up his hammer and went back to work under the blazing sun.
