A generous man, who had lost all his wealth and had almost nothing
left in the world, lived in a small shack beside a crossroads in the
country. Beside the house, there was a tree, which was almost dead
and had borne no fruit for years.
The poor man had a dream one night. In the dream, he saw a
strange figure wearing green and himself all tinged with green, who
pointed at the poor man and said in a solemn voice that the poor
man’s fortune lay in the king’s city, upon the king’s bridge. Three
times the dream recurred and at last the man decided that he would
act on it.
With some difficulty, he travelled to the big city and found the
bridge. There he walked up and down all day long, but no fortune
came his way. Worse, the king’s guards noticed him, thought his behaviour
suspicious and arrested him for vagrancy. He was interrogated
by their captain, who laughed when he heard his story of the
dream. ‘You’re a fool!’ he sneered. ‘And worse than a fool. Go back
where you came from and never let me see you here again, otherwise
I’ll have you locked away! Take this advice with you: dreams are all
nonsense. I myself have had a dream many a time, an idiot’s dream
in which I walk along a country road and come to a mean little house
by a crossroads, with a dead tree beside it. I go to this place and I dig
under the tree and right there, under its roots, I find a treasure. Now
do you think I’m going to leave a good job here in the city to go on
some wild goose chase looking for a place which probably doesn’t even
exist? Not me!’
Well, the poor man did what the captain of the guard said and
went home the very next day. When at last he arrived, he dug under
the tree beside his house and found there a large chest filled with gold
coins, enough to keep him in happiness and generosity for the rest of
his days. When the chest was removed, the fruit tree blossomed and
that year it bore a lot of fruit.
Rob Parkinson - Transforming Tales