A wooden bridge on a small river

With wooden pillars and a leafy cover

Has been standing there over a decade.

No one crosses it, only lives there an old man to hide his head.

Through all day long, he begs from door to door

But nobody gives him alms, beacayse he is an old poor.

Every evening he comes back to his little home

With almost empty hand, awaiting next day to come.

One night, he dreams a dream.

He sees a wooden box coming through down stream.

To pick it up, he comes down from the bridge.

Picks it, opens and he sees a silver cartridge.

Curious being, he takes it out in his hand

Removing the cap he sees it filled with sand.

With his surprise, a crab comes out of it.

Suddenly, there comes a big giant, frightened quite a bit.

“Why are you so scared?” asks him the old.

“That crab is the secret of my death”, the giant told.

“If you kill the crab, I shall be killed”, says the giant

“Give it back to me and I shall give you a plant.”

“Whatever you demand from it, it will give it to you.

So give the crab back to me and let me go now.”

“No.” says the old, “If I leave you, you will harm other”

“So instead of taking the plant, I shall kill you rather.”

Saying this he kills the crab.

Wakes up, he sees no cartridge in his grab.

Realising the truth, he prays to god,

“Give me enough strength to kill the real giant in life oh lord.”