A poor man was driving his only sheep to market. He was passing through a desolate spot when suddenly a great clamor arouse. He could not see anything but he could hear something being shouted above the uproar.
"Oh, there's a bairn born but ther's naething to pit on't!"
The man realized it was the fairies celebrating the birth of a fairy baby but also bemoaning the fact that they had no clothes for it. The kindhearted fellow took off his cloak and threw it down on the ground. It was snatched away and the sounds of rejoicing could be heard. He went on his way to the market. Once there, he sold his sheep for an unusually high price. Good luck was bestowed upon him for the rest of his life and he became a wealthy man."
- "Tales of Grateful and Helpful Fairies," Fairyopolis
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