saltformanyyearsandhadgotagreatdealofmoney.Theotherbrotherwassopoorthathehadnotgotenoughfoodforhiswifeandchildren.Onedayhegotintohisboatandsailedacrosstotheislandwherehisbrotherlived.“Please,brother,Ihavenofoodinmyhouse,”saidthepoorbrother.“Pleasegivemesomemoney.”“Iwillnotgiveyouanymoney.”therichbrothersaid,“butI’llgiveyousomebread.”Therichbrotherthrewaloafofbreadtohim,andhewentaway.Whilehewasonhiswaytohishouse,hemetanoldmansittingbythesideoftheroad.Knowingthattheoldmanhadnothadanythingtoeatfortwodays,hecutapieceoftheloafandgaveittotheoldman.Whenhehadfinished,theoldmansaid,“NowIwilldosomethingforyou.Iwillshowyouthehomeofthefairieswholiveunderground.Ifyoushowthemthebread,theywillwanttobuyitfromyou.Butnotletthemgiveyouanymoney,askthemforthelittlemillthatstandsbehindtheirdoor.DoasIsay,erich.”