Long ago, when the greatest oak trees were just acorns, a wealthy noble lived there.
He had three grown-up sons, who were called Perrik, Fanche and Riwal, and a daughter whose name was Ninor.
When the noble passed on, his greedy sons divided up his property among themselves.
“I will take his manor and horses!” said Perrik.
“I will take his mill and cows!” said Fanche.
“And I will take his oxen and sheep, and the bakery as well!” said Riwal.
“What does that leave me?” asked Ninor.
“Oh,” said Perrik, “you can have the old cottage on the heath and the skinniest
