Previously I’ve mentioned the Pouques; our native fairy folk. The stories often tell of good deeds being rewarded with kindness and favours. One such tale is that of the broken kettle, as related by Edgar McCulloch.
Two men were at work in a field near L’Eree, when suddenly their plough stopped. As they looked about them they saw an iron kettle, such as was formerly used for baking bread and cake on the hearth.
On approaching it they noticed that it contained a bit which had been broken out of the side, and a couple of nails. On stooping to lift it, they heard a voice desiring them to get it mended, and when done to replace it on the same spot where they had found it. They complied with the request, went to the nearest smith, and on their return to the field with the kettle, which they replaced as directed, continued their work, the plough moving as readily as before.
They had completed several furrows when a second time the plough remained stationary. On this occasion they observed a bundle neatly tied up lying near them, and, on opening it, found it to contain a newly-baked cake, quite warm, and a bottle of cider. At the same time they were again addressed by their invisible friend, who bade them eat and drink without fear, thanked them for the readiness with which they had attended to his wishes, and assured them that a kind action never goes without its reward