Harry was lazy, and although he had nothing else to do but
drive his goat daily to pasture, he nevertheless groaned when
he went home after his day's work was done.  "It is indeed a
heavy burden," said he, "and a wearisome employment to drive
a goat into the field this way year after year, till late into the
autumn!  If one could but lie down and sleep, but no, one
must have one's eyes open lest it hurts the young trees, or
squeezes itself through the hedge into a garden, or runs away
altogether.  How can one have any rest, or peace of one's life?" 
He seated himself, collected his thoughts, and considered how he
could set his shoulders free from this burden.  For a long time
all thinking was to no purpose, but suddenly it was as if scales
fell from his eyes.  "I know what I will do," he cried, "I will marry
fat Trina who has also a goat, and can take mine out with hers,
and then I shall have no more need to trouble myself."

So Harry got up, set his weary legs in motion, and went right
across the street, for it was no farther, to where the parents of
fat Trina lived, and asked for their industrious and virtuous
daughter in marriage.  The parents did not reflect long.  "Birds
of a feather, flock together," they thought, and consented.

So fat Trina became Harry's wife, and led out both the goats.
Harry had a good time of it, and had no work that he required
to rest from but his own idleness.  He only went out with her 
now and then, and said, "I merely do it that I may afterwards
enjoy rest more, otherwise one loses all feeling for it."

But fat Trina was no less idle.  "Dear Harry," said she one day,
"why should we make our lives so toilsome when there is no need
for it, and thus ruin the best days of our youth?  Would it not
be better for us to give the two goats which disturb us every
morning in our sweetest sleep with their bleating, to our neighbor,
and he will give us a beehive for them.  We will put the beehive in
a sunny place behind the house, and trouble ourselves no more
about it.  Bees do not require to be taken care of, or driven into
the field; they fly out and find the way home again for themselves,
and collect honey without giving the very least trouble."  "Thou hast
spoken like a sensible woman," replied Harry.  "We will carry out thy
proposal without delay, and besides all that, honey tastes better and
nourishes one better than goat's milk, and it can be kept longer too."

The neighbor willingly gave a beehive for the two goats.  The bees
flew in and out from early morning till late evening without ever
tiring, and filled the hive with the most beautiful honey, so that
in autumn Harry was able to take a whole pitcherful out of it.