The farmer was alarmed, and said, “No, thou art not my son; I don’t want thee leave me!”

“Truly I am your son; allow me to do your work, I can plough as well as you, nay better.”

“No, no, thou art not my son; and thou canst not plough go away!” However, as he was afraid of this great man, he left go of the plough, stepped back and stood at one side of the piece of land. Then the youth took the plough, and just pressed it with one hand, but his grasp was so strong that the plough went deep into the earth. The farmer could not bear to see that, and called to him, “If thou art determined to plough, thou must not press so hard on it, that makes bad work.”