格林童话：旅行去

　　Once upon a time there was a poor woman who had a son who wanted very much to travel. His mother said, "How can you travel? We have no money at all for you to take with you."

　　Then the son said, "I will take care of myself. I will always say, Not much, not much, not much."

　　So he walked for a long time, always saying, "Not much, not much, not much."

　　Then he came to a group of fishermen, and said, "God be with you. Not much, not much, not much."

　　"What do you say, fellow? Not much?"

　　And when they pulled up their net, they had not caught many fish. So one of them fell on the boy with a stick, saying, "Have you ever seen me thrash?"

　　"What should I say, then?" asked the boy.

　　"You should say, "Catch a lot. Catch a lot."

　　Then he again walked a long time, saying, "Catch a lot. Catch a lot," until he came to a gallows, where they were about to hang a poor sinner. Then said he, "Good morning. Catch a lot. Catch a lot."

　　"What do you say, fellow? Catch a lot? Should there be even more wicked people in the world? Isnt this enough?" And he again got it on his back.