y lend me his boat, I should fill her with a hundred oars, and hoist sails, five or six or seven.

　　I should never steer her to stupid markets.

　　I should sail the seven seas and the thirteen rivers of fairyland.

　　But, mother, you won't weep for me in a corner.

　　I am not going into the forest like Ramachandra to come back only after fourteen years.

　　I shall become the prince of the story, and fill my boat with whatever I like.