There was once a poor woman who had a son, who much wished to travel, but his mother said, “How canst thou travel? We have no money at all for thee to take away with thee.”
Then said the son, “I will manage very well for myself; I will always say, Not much, not much, not much.”
So he walked for a long time and always said, “Not much, not much, not much.” Then he passed by a company of fishermen and said, “God speed you! not much, not much, not much.”
“What sayst thou churl, ‘not much?’ ” And when the net was drawn out they had not caught much fish. So one of them fell on the youth with a stick and said, “Hast thou never seen me threshing?”
“What ought I to say, then?” asked the youth.
“Thou must say, ‘Get it full, get it full.’ ”