Once upon a time there lived a man who had an ointment in his pot, whenever he rubbed this ointment on his left eye he could see from far where the treasure was hidden. Once the treasure viewer saw that at the banks of an estuary near the pine woods forest, there was some hidden treasure. So he went to the trumpeter to call the people together with their horses so that they can bring the treasure, but the trumpeter just kept the news of this discovery to himself.
When they had collected the first ten treasure boxes the trumpeter said: “Oh this is mine, this is mine” and ordered the people to take that to his village house.
They collected further. But when again their carts were filled with treasure, he again shouted “this is mine, this is mine!”
Finally they collected whatever was left. The treasure viewer hoped that whatever remained would be his. But no, the trumpeter again shouted: “This is mine, this is mine!”
Finally the poor man took his pot and returned home empty handed. The trumpeter asked him: “Listen, what’s there in your pot?” “This , that” the treasure viewer explained.
“So rub that ointment on my left eye also!”
Yes, yes, he could not have said no to the trumpeter. So he rubbed that ointment. But that was not enough for him: “Rub my right eye also with the ointment”
“No, I won’t do that, because you will be in problem then”
“How do you dare to not accept what I say? Rub my right eye also with the ointment”- the trumpeter shouted. But when he rubbed the eye, he became blind immediately. Later the trumpeter was taken as a blind man to the village and when he was asked: “What happened to your eyes?” – He himself answered: “ My eyes had collected too much, at the end they themselves became empty”.
Translated from Hungarian by me
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