A man and a woman lived in a village. The woman was so lazy that she never wanted to do any work. She never finished what the man gave her to spin, and what she did spin she did not wind onto a reel（卷轴，盘） , but left it tangled1 on the bobbin（线筒） . If the man scolded her, she always had a quick tongue, and would say, "Well, how can I wind it up? I don't have a reel. First you must go into the woods and get me one."
"If that's the problem," said the man, "then I'll go into the woods, and get some wood for a reel."
Then the woman was afraid that once he had the wood, he would make a reel out of it, and she would have to wind up her yarn2, and then begin to spin with an empty wheel. She thought about this a little while, and then a good idea came to her. She secretly followed the man into the woods. When he had climbed into a tree to select and cut the wood, she crept into the brush below, where he could not see her, and cried upward:
Cut wood for a reel, and you shall die, Wind onto it, and ruin your life.
The man listened, laid down his ax for a while, and thought about what it could mean.
"Well," he said at last, "what can it have been? Your ears must have been ringing. Don't get alarmed for nothing." So he took hold of the ax once more and was about to chop away when again there came a call from below:
Cut wood for a reel, and you shall die, Wind onto it, and ruin your life.
He stopped, took fright, and wondered what was happening. But a little while later he took heart again, and for a third time he reached for the ax and was about to chop（切碎） away.
But for a third time there came a call from below, saying loudly:
Cut wood for a reel, and you shall die, Wind onto it, and ruin your life.
That was enough for him. He no longer had any desire to cut wood, so he hastily climbed down from the tree, and set forth3 toward home.
The woman took a shortcut4 and ran as fast as she could in order to get home first. When he entered the parlor5（客厅） , she put on an innocent look as if nothing had happened, and said, "Well, did you bring a good piece of wood for a reel?"
"No," he said, "I see very well that winding6 onto a reel is not possible," and he told her what had happened to him in the woods. From then on he said nothing more about it.
Nevertheless, a short time later the man began to complain again about the disorder7 in the house. "Wife," he said, "it is a real shame that the spun8 yarn is just lying there on the bobbin."
"Do you know what?" she said. "Because we still don't have a reel, you go up into the loft9. I will stand down below and throw the bobbin up to you, then you will throw it down to me, and thus we can make a skein after all."
"Yes, that will work," said the man.
So they did it, and when they were finished, he said, "The yarn is skeined. Now it must be boiled."
The woman was again concerned, and said, "Yes, we will boil it early tomorrow morning," but she was secretly planning another trick.
Early in the morning she got up, started a fire, and put the kettle on. However, instead of the yarn, she put in a clump10 of tow and let it boil away. Then she went to the man who was still lying in bed, and said to him, "I must go out for a while. Get up now and look after the yarn in the kettle on the fire. Do it right now, because if the cock crows and you are not looking after the yarn, it will turn into tow."
The man agreed, and did not delay. He got up at once, as fast as he could, and went into the kitchen. But when he reached the kettle and looked in, he saw with horror nothing but a clump of tow.
Afterward11 the poor man was as quiet as a mouse and said nothing at all, thinking that it was his fault, that he was to blame. And in the future he said nothing more about yarn（纱线） and spinning. But you yourself must admit that she was a disgusting woman.
