Some poor farmer made brooms and drove them for sale on every seed. He was so happy when he sat down on the broom cart that he always sang and screamed.
- My God, this poor farmer who drives brooms for sale is so happy, but I am not, when I have enough of everything and so much money.
One day, however, he calls the farmer to him and asks him:
- Well, farmer, how is it that you're always so happy? When I see you, you always sing so beautifully.
- Well, you see, sir, I'm looking forward to having some money when I sell my goods.
Then the lord said to the farmer:
- Na, you have this pot here and there's money inside.
And the farmer still drove the brooms for sale, but he sang no more. Now the gentleman watches him again and thinks: how is it that he refuses to sing now and is so quiet?
The Lord calls the farmer to him and asks him:
- How is it that you are no longer as happy as you used to be?
- Well, you see, sir, precisely because I'm missing something to the top in the pot of money you gave me. But I think night and day about how to get it to keep the pot full.
And the LORD said unto the farmer,
- Bring the pot back to me, I'll fill the pot for you.
The farmer brings a pot and thinks the lord will fill it for him.
But the Lord took it all back from him and said:
- You'd rather have your joy than my money.
Money makes me happy because in my family only I work.