A tale taken from the Brothers Grimm
Once there were two brothers, one rich and one poor. And did the rich one help his poor brother? No. The poor brother and his family often starved. To get any grain at all for bread they had to stoop and glean the fields after harvest competing with the crows.
One day the poor brother went after firewood in the forest. On his way he saw a balding mountain. Then from behind he heard galloping horses. He hid in the bushes as twelve rough men sped past him. They halted before the mountain and called, "Semsi Mountain, open up."
And boulders fell away from an entrance into the mountain. The twelve riders disappeared inside, and the boulders came together behind them. Later they came out again, calling "Semsi Mountain, close down." And the boulders covered up the entrance.
The poor brother, after they had gone, stepped up to the mountain and called, "Semsi Mountain, open up." The boulders fell away, and when the brother went in they covered the entrance again. Inside he saw chests of gold coins, and behind them great piles of all kinds of gems, even pearls. He filled his pockets with gold and called, "Semsi Mountain, open up." Outside he called, "Semsi Mountain, close down." The boulders covered the entrance.
Now he had bread and meat for his family, and even wine. He gave coins to his poor neighbors, and later he wanted to go back to that balding mountain. He borrowed a basket from his rich brother. But his brother saw how the poor man had some wealth. He smeared a little goose fat in the hollow of the basket. When his brother returned it he found a gold coin stuck inside. "How did that get there?"
He began to threaten to take his poor brother to the judge, and so at last he took him to the balding mountain. The rich man drove there with a horse and wagon. His brother called, "Semsi Mountain, open up." And the boulders fell back. The rich brother drove the wagon inside as the boulders closed again. He started filling the wagon with gold. Then he saw the piles of jewels and pearls. He loaded that wagon till it creaked. Then he turned and called, "Semelei Mountain, open up." Nothing happened. He called again, "Semelei Mountain, open up. Or is it Simile Mountain?" He couldn't remember the word although he tried and tried.
That night those twelve rough men rode in on their horses. "Thief, we catch you at last. We have seen how our gold has disappeared."
"No, that wasn't me. That was my brother," screamed the rich man. "I'm innocent!"
But they saw his full wagon and dispatched him anyway, and his innocence had no part in it.