He woke up, the birds were silent. His small field was filled with them every day, it was time for harvest.
He came out to see if something was wrong.
His crops looked strange, did someone poisoned them… he rushed to the field.
He reached out and touched the first plant… it was not grain… it was metal… it was gold!
He remembered his dream last night, the fairy, her boon… was it a dream or is it a dream? He pinched himself too hard and howled with pain.