theFlyingTrunk byHansChristianAndersen（1838） theREwasonceamerchantwhowassorichthathecouldhavepavedthewholestreetwithgold，andwouldeventhenhavehadenoughforasmallalley.Buthedidnotdoso；
heknewthueofmoneybetterthantouseitinthisway.Socleverwashe，thateveryshillingheputoutbroughthimacrown；
andsohecontinuedtillhedied.Hissoninheritedhiswealth，andhelivedamerrylifewithit；
hewenttoamasqueradeeverynight，madekitesoutoffivepoundnotes，andthrewpiecesofgoldintotheseainsteadofstones，makingducksanddrakesofthem.Inthismannerhesoonlostallhismoney.Atlasthehadnothingleftbutapairofslippers，anolddressing-gown，andfourshillings.Andnowallhisfriendsdesertedhim，theycouldnotwalkwithhiminthestreets；
butoneofthem，whowasverygood-natured，senthimanoldtrunkwiththismessage， “Packup” “Yes，”hesaid， “itisallverywelltosaypackup，”buthehadnothinglefttopackup，thereforeheseatedhimselfinthetrunk.Itwasaverywonderfultrunk；
nosoonerdidanyonepressonthelockthanthetrunkcouldfly.Heshutthelidandpressedthelock，whenawayflewthetrunkupthechimneywiththemerchantssoninit，rightupintotheclouds.Wheneverthebottomofthetrunkcracked，hewasinaGREatfright，forifthetrunkfelltopieceshewouldhavemadeatremendoussomersetoverthetrees.However，hegotsafelyinhistrunktothelandofTurkey.Hehidthetrunkinthewoodundersomedryleaves，andthenwentintothetownhecouldsothisverywell，fortheTurksalwaysgoaboutdressedindressing-gownsandslippers，ashewashimself.Hehappenedtomeetanursewithalittlechild. “Isay，youTurkishnurse，”criedhe， “whatcastleisthatnearthetown，withthewindowsplacedsohigh” “thekingsdaughterlivesthere，”shereplied；
“ithasbeenprophesiedthatshewillbeveryunhappyaboutalover，andthereforenooneisallowedtovisither，unlessthekingandqueenarepresent.” “Thankyou，”saidthemerchantsson.Sohewentbacktothewood，seatedhimselfinhistrunk，flewuptotheroofofthecastle，andcreptthroughthewindowintotheprincesssroom.Shelayonthesofaasleep，andshewassobeautifulthatthemerchantssoncouldnothelpkissingher.Thensheawoke，andwasverymuchfrightened；
buthetoldherhewasaTurkishangel，whohadcomedownthroughtheairtoseeher，whichpleasedherverymuch.Hesatdownbyhersideandtalkedtoherhesaidhereyeswerelikebeautifuldarklakes，inwhichthethoughtsswamaboutlikelittlemermaids，andhetoldherthatherforeheadwasasnowymountain，whichcontainedsplendidhallsfullofpictures.Andthenherelatedtoheraboutthestorkwhobringsthebeautifulchildrenfromtherivers.Theseweredelightfulstories；
andwhenheaskedtheprincessifshewouldmarryhim，sheconsentedimmediately. “ButyoumustcomeonSaturday，”shesaid；
“forthenthekingandqueenwilltaketeawithme.TheywillbeveryproudwhentheyfindthatIamgoingtomarryaTurkishangel；
butyoumustthinkofsomeveryprettystoriestotellthem，yparentsliketohearstoriesbetterthananything.Mymotherprefersonethatisdeepandmoral；
butmyfatherlikessomethingfunny，tomakehimlaugh.” “Verywell，”hereplied；
“Ishallbringyounoothermarriageportionthanastory，”andsotheyparted.Buttheprincessgavehimaswordwhichwasstuddedwithgoldcoins，andthesehecoulduse. thenheflewawaytothetownandboughtanewdressing-gown，andafterwardsreturnedtothewood，wherehecomposedastory，soastobereadyforSaturday，whichwasnoeasymatter.ItwasreadyhoweverbySaturday，whenhewenttoseetheprincess.Theking，andqueen，andthewholecourt，wereatteawiththeprincess；
andhewasreceivedwithGREatpoliteness. “Willyoutellusastory”saidthequeen，“onethatisinstructiveandfullofdeeplearning.” “Yes，butwithsomethinginittolaughat，”saidtheking. “Certainly，”hereplied，andcommencedatonce，askingthemtolistenattentively. “Therewasonceabundleofmatchesthatwereexceedinglyproudoftheirhighdescent.Theirgenealogicaltree，thatis，alargepine-treefromwhichtheyhadbeencut，wasatonetimealarge，oldtreeinthewood.Thematchesnowlaybetweenatinder-boxandanoldironsaucepan，andweretalkingabouttheiryouthfuldays.AhthenweGREwonthegreenboughs，andwereasgreenasthey；
everymorningandeveningwewerefedwithdiamonddropsofdew.Wheneverthesunshone，wefelthiswarmrays，andthelittlebirdswouldrelatestoriestousastheysung.Weknewthatwewererich，fortheothertreesonlyworetheirgreendressinsummer，butourfamilywereabletoarraythemselvesingreen，summerandwinter.Butthewood-cuttercame，likeagreatrevolution，andourfamilyfellundertheaxe.Theheadofthehouseobtain