I Wonder

Once on a time there was a man who had three sons Peter, Paul, and the least of all, whom they called Youngling. I can't say the man had anything more than these three sons, for he hadn't one penny to rub against another. He told the lads, over and over again, that they must go out into the world and try to earn their bread, for at home there was nothing to be looked for but starving to death.
Now nearby the man's cottage was the king's palace, and, you must know, just against the windows a great oak had sprung up, which was so stout and tall that it took away all the light. The king had said he would give untold treasure to the man who could fell the oak, but no one was enough for that, for as soon as one chip of the oak's trunk flew off, two grew in its stead.
A well, too, the king desired, which was to hold water for the whole year, for all his neighbours had welks , but he hadn't any, and that he thought a shame.