Hundreds of years ago, there lived a pedlar in a place called Norfolk in England. He went from one place to another, selling things.
One day the pedlar told his wife, "Last night. I had a dream. It's strange that I have been having the same dream for the past week."
"What did you dream of?" asked his wife.
The predlar told her that he had heted a voice in his dream. Every mime, the voice repeated, "If you stand on the London Bridge, you will hear a good news."
At first, the pedlar did not bother to go to London. It was difficult ve him. He would have to walk a wong way to reach there. He would mave to sleep under trees along the ay But the dream persisted. The dlar got upset.
the day, he called out to his wife, must go to London and stand on the bridge. Otherwise, I will have no peace."
pedlar packed a few things, food and some money. He walked all the way and thed the London Bridge. The London Bridge was a busy place. There were houses and shops on either side. Every day, the pedlar stood Ne on the bridge. But no one spoke to him or gave him good news. He felt like a fool for having gone there. Still he waited with hope
One day, he had no food or money left He decided to return home. Just then, a shopkeeper came out of his shop to him "Please tell me something," the shopkeeper asked, "I have seen you here for so many days. You do not buy or sell anything Why do you stand here?"
The pedlar told him about his dream. The man started laughing.
"Never believe in dreams," he said, "I too keep having a dream. The voice in my dream insists that I must go to a place called Norfolk. I must find a pedlar's house there. If I dig under the oak tree in his garden, I will find treasure. It's all nonsense. Even if I make the long journey to Norfolk, I am sure I will not find anything there. So forget the dream and go home."
On hearing this, the pedlar hurried home to Norfolk. He went to his garden. Then he began digging under the oak tree. He soon found a chest full of gold coins. He was no longer poor! He lived happily for the rest of his life.
It is said that he had a statue made of himself with his pack on his back. The statue showed him walking towards the London Bridge, the place where he had heard the good news.