The tailor of Swaffham

Once upon a time there was a tailor. He lived with his wife and five children in the village of Swaffham. The tailor and his wife worked hard, but they never had enough money. Thes lived in a small cottage. In the garden there was a big, old oak tree. The tailor often sat under the tree. One day he was sitting under the tree when he fell asleep. While he was sleeping, his wife címe out of the house. She woke him up.

'Why aren't you working?' she said angrily. 'We haven't got any money for food.' 'Don't worry,' said the tailor. 'We'll soon be rich. While I was asleep, I had a strange dream. In my dream a voice said: »Go to London Bridge. You'll find treasure there.«' 'Don't be silly.' said his wife. 'You can't leave everything and go to London.'

However, the next day the tailor packed his bag and set off to London. It was a long journey but after four days he arrived in the capital city. He went straight to London Bridge. There were lots of shops on the bridge in those days, so it was a busy place.

The tailor walked up and down the bridge all day, but nothing happened and nobody spoke to him. The next day, as he was walking along bridge, two boys suddenly ran towards him. They pushed him and they stole his bag. Then ran away into the crowd of people. The tailor sat down on the pavement. 'I had very little money when I arrived' he thought. 'Now I haven't got anything.'

While he was sitting there, somebody spoke to him. It was one of the shopkeepers. 'What are you doing?' he asked. 'I saw you yesterday. You were walking up and down the bridge all day.'
The tailor told the shopkeeper about his dream. 'That's silly.' said the shopkeeper and he laughed. 'You can't believe dreams. I had a dream last night. In the dream I was digging under an old oak tree and found a big box of gold. But it was only a dream. I'm not going to look for the tree.'
'Where was the tree?' asked the tailor. 'Oh, it was a village called Swaffham' said the shopkeeper. 'Swaffham! I don't even know where it is!'

When he heard this, the tailor jumped up. He said 'thank you' to the shopkeeper and started the long journey to home. Four days later tired and hungry, he arrived home.
'Well, where's the treasure?' said his wife.
The tailor didn't say anything. He grabbed a spade, ran into the garden and started to dig under the old oak tree. It was a hard work, but soon the spade hit something. It was a wooden box.
The tailor opened the box. It was full of gold and silver. 'I walked all the day to London', he said. 'But the treasure was here in my own garden.'

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