Once upon a time there was a group of old women who liked to get together and knit in the village square, and while they knitted, they bragged about their children.

My daughter makes beautiful dresses, said the tailors wife.

My son can grind wheat faster than any man in the kingdom! said the millers wife.

The bakers wife, who often felt inferior in front of her friends and wanted to prove that her child was just as good as theirs said, My son can bake loaves of dough into bricks of gold.

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