The Magic Bucket

Once a little boy was kidnapped by an old witch who kept him a prisoner in her house.
She did not lock the door of her house but there was an invisible wall all around her garden that she could walk through but he could not.
Missing his home and family the boy was very sad and would often do nothing but cry.
But then one day he saw the witch coming back from her well carrying a big bucket of water.
"You must be a stong old woman", he said to the witch, "To carry that heavy bucket of water all by yourself".
"Not at all", said the witch with a chuckle, "This is a magic bucket. The more heavy you make it, the lighter it gets".
And hearing this, it gave the boy an idea and the next day, while the witch was asleep, the boy took the bucket outside and gathering lots of heavy stones from the witches garden, he put them into the bucket and, just as the witch had said, the heavier he made the bucket the lighter it got.
And when he had filled it up completely with stones, the bucket got so light that it floated right off of the ground.
Then the boy sat ontop of the bucket and this made it even lighter still so that it floated up into the air.
Infact it was so light that just like a feather or a piece of paper the wind blew it about but this was just what the boy had hoped for because then a gust of wind, bumping into the bucket, pushed it far beyond the witches garden and right over her invisible wall.
The moment this happened, however, the boy heard bells ring and gongs clang and trumpets blow and cymbals clash as a magic alarm was set off and when that happened the witch woke up.
Then realising that the boy had escaped, she came running out of her house with her bow and arrow and started to fire arrows up at him.
Fortunately, because the bucket was made of steel, the arrows just bounced off of it.
But then the boy had another idea and, grabbing hold of one of the heavy stones he had put in the bucket, he dropped it on the witch.
Ofcourse the witch had a harder head than most people and the stone, hitting it, just split in two but then the boy hurled down another stone and another and, finally, after three stones had struck the witch upon the head she fell down unconcious.
But the boy did not want to wait around for the witch to wake up again and so, seeing a big crow flying past, he caught hold of its feathery tail and, as he hung on tightly to it, it pulled him and the floating bucket back home.