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Storyteller's Cabin |
So for his first wish he asked the old woman to make it so's any time anybody touched one of his tools, it'd stick to 'em like glue. 'Til he could come 'round and take it out'n their hand. That way he'd know who was messin' with his tools and he could fix-'em good.
The old woman said. "It is done. Now what be ye second wish?"
Now you gotta know that Lon just loved to take him a jug and sit on the front porch of his house and drink 'til the sun went down. But somebody's always a-moving his chair, and he's always havin' to pull it back up on the porch. So he wanted it fixed that if'n somebody sat in his chair they would be trapped there 'til he could see who it was.
With a nod the old woman said It was done.
Now for his third wish, Lon did some real thinking. He was like the rest of us - make a penny, spend a dime. So's he was always out of money and always a-needin' more.
He asked the old woman to fix up his change purse so that'd when he put in money it wouldn't come out 'til he said so. In other words, make him think a'fore he spent it.
And that wish was granted same as the rest.
With that, the old lady seen her debt paid to the blacksmith and she up and left.
Lon was glad to see she was gone and he was stIll standin' upright like a man, and hadn't been turned into a pig or something.
But he soon forgot about his wishes, what with all his drinking, and cussin' and what little work he'd been doin'.
Then one day right in the middle of the hottest day on record, this man walked into Lon's shop a'wearing all black clothes and a big old heavy wool coat.
Lon thought that feller was a fool for bein' so fully dressed on such a hot day - 'til he looked right in that man's eyes. They was yeller like a dog's eye, and they sortly shined like a cat's eye. And it was right then and there he knowed he was lookin' Into the eyes of Beelzebub, the prince of darkness, the Devil his self, and he was a standin' right there In Lon's blacksmith shed.
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