Some months passed in this way , and then the father suddenly fell ill , and knew that the time had come when he must die . He bade his sons fetch a lawyer , so that he might make his will , and when the man arrived he explained his wishes . ' I have , ' said he , ' a little house in the village , and over it grows a fig-tree . The house I leave to my sons , who are to live in it together ; the fig-tree I divide as follows . To my son Peppe I leave the branches . To my son Alfin I leave the trunk . To my son Ciccu I leave the fruit . Besides the house and tree , I have an old coverlet , which I leave to my eldest son . And an old purse , which I leave to my second son . And a horn , which I leave to my youngest son . And now farewell . ' Thus speaking , he laid himself down , and died quietly . The brothers wept bitterly for their father , whom they loved , and when they had buried him they began to talk over their future lives . ` What shall we do now ? ' said they . ` Shall we live in the wood , or go back to the village ? ' And they made up their minds to stay where they were and continue to earn their living by selling firewood . One very hot evening , after they had been working hard all day , they fell asleep under a tree in front of the hut . And as they slept there came by three fairies , who stopped to look at them . ` What fine fellows ! '
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