Hans in Luck

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    "Hans had served his master for seven years, so he said to him, master, my time is up, now I should be glad to go back home to my mother, give me my wages. The master answered, you have served me faithfully and honestly, as the service was so shall the reward be. And he gave Hans a piece of gold as big as his head. Hans pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket, wrapped up the lump in it, put it on his shoulder, and set out on the way home.",
    "As he went on, always putting one foot before the other, he saw a horseman trotting quickly and merrily by on a lively horse. Ah, said Hans quite loud, what a fine thing it is to ride. There you sit as on a chair, you stumble over no stones, you save your shoes, and cover the ground, you don't know how.",
    "The rider, who had heard him, stopped and called out, hi, there, Hans, why do you go on foot, then.",
    "I must, answered he, for I have this lump to carry home, it is true that it is gold, but I cannot hold my head straight for it, and it hurts my shoulder.",
    "I will tell you what, said the rider, we will exchange, I will give you my horse, and you can give me your lump. With all my heart, said Hans, but I can tell you, you will have to crawl along with it.",
    "The rider got down, took the gold, and helped Hans up, then gave him the bridle tight in his hands and said, if you want to go at a really good pace, you must click your tongue and call out, jup. Jup.",
    "Hans was heartily delighted as he sat upon the horse and rode away so bold and free. After a little while he thought that it ought to go faster, and he began to click with his tongue and call out, jup. Jup. The horse put himself into a sharp trot, and before Hans knew where he was, he was thrown off and lying in a ditch which separated the field from the highway. The horse would have gone off too if it had not been stopped by a countryman, who was coming along the road and driving a cow before him.",
    "Hans pulled himself together and stood up on his legs again, but he was vexed, and said to the countryman, it is a poor joke, this riding, especially when one gets hold of a mare like this, that kicks and throws one off, so that one has a chance of breaking one's neck. Never again will I mount it. Now I like your cow, for one can walk quietly behind her, and have, over and above, one's milk, butter and cheese every day without fail. What would I not give to have such a cow. Well, said the countryman, if it would give you so much pleasure, I do not mind giving the cow for the horse. Hans agreed with the greatest delight, the countryman jumped upon the horse, and rode quickly away.",
    "Hans drove his cow quietly before him, and thought over his lucky bargain. If only I have a morsel of bread - and that can hardly fail me - I can eat butter and cheese with it as often as I like, if I am thirsty, I can milk my cow and drink the milk. My goodness, what more can I want.",
    "When he came to an inn he made a halt, and in his great concern ate up what he had with him - his dinner and supper - and all he had, and with his last few farthings had half a glass of beer. Then he drove his cow onwards along the road to his mother's village.",
    "As it drew nearer mid-day, the heat was more oppressive, and Hans found himself upon a moor which it took about an hour to cross. He felt it very hot and his tongue clave to the roof of his mouth with thirst. I can find a cure for this, thought Hans, I will milk the cow now and refresh myself with the milk. He tied her to a withered tree, and as he had no pail he put his leather cap underneath, but try as he would, not a drop of milk came. And as he set himself to work in a clumsy way, the impatient beast at last gave him such a blow on his head with its hind foot, that he fell on the ground, and for a long time could not think where he was.",
    "By good fortune a butcher just then came along the road with a wheel-barrow, in which lay a young pig. What sort of a trick is this, cried he, and helped the good Hans up. Hans told him what had happened. The butcher gave him his flask and said, take a drink and refresh yourself. The cow will certainly give no milk, it is an old beast, at the best it is only fit for the plough, or for the butcher. Well, well, said Hans, as he stroked his hair down on his head, who would have thought it. Certainly it is a fine thing when one can kill a beast like that at home, what meat one has. But I do not care much for beef, it is not juicy enough for me. A young pig like that now is the thing to have, it tastes quite different, and then there are the sausages.",
    "Listen, Hans, said the butcher, out of love for you I will exchange, and will let you have the pig for the cow. Heaven repay you for your kindness, said Hans as he gave up the cow, whilst the pig was unbound from the barrow, and the cord by which it was tied was put in his hand.",
    "Hans went on, and thought to himself how everything was going just as he wished, if he did meet with any vexation it was immediately set right. Presently there joined him a lad who was carrying a fine white goose under his arm. They said good morning to each other, and Hans began to tell of his good luck, and how he had always made such good bargains. The boy told him that he was taking the goose to a christening-feast. Just lift her, added he, and laid hold of her by the wings, how heavy she is - she has been fattened up for the last eight weeks. Whosoever has a bit of her when she is roasted will have to wipe the fat from both sides of his mouth. Yes, said Hans, as he weighed her in one hand, she is a good weight, but my pig is no bad one.",
    "Meanwhile the lad looked suspiciously from one side to the other, and shook his head. Look here, he said at length, it may not be all right with your pig. In the village through which I passed, the mayor himself had just had one stolen out of its sty. I fear - I fear that you have got hold of it there. They have sent out some people and it would be a bad business if they caught you with the pig, at the very least, you would be shut up in the dark hole.",
    "The good Hans was terrified. Goodness, he said, help me out of this fix, you know more about this place than I do, take my pig and leave me your goose. I shall risk something at that game, answered the lad, but I will not be the cause of your getting into trouble. So he took the cord in his hand, and drove away the pig quickly along a by-path.",
    "The good Hans, free from care, went homewards with the goose under his arm. When I think over it properly, said he to himself, I have even gained by the exchange. First there is the good roast meat, then the quantity of fat which will drip from it, and which will give me dripping for my bread for a quarter of a year, and lastly the beautiful white feathers. I will have my pillow stuffed with them, and then indeed I shall go to sleep without rocking. How glad my mother will be.",
    "As he was going through the last village, there stood a scissors-grinder with his barrow, as his wheel whirred he sang, I sharpen scissors and quickly grind, my coat blows out in the wind behind.",
    "Hans stood still and looked at him, at last he spoke to him and said, all's well with you, as you are so merry with your grinding. Yes, answered the scissors-grinder, the trade has a golden foundation. A real grinder is a man who as often as he puts his hand into his pocket finds gold in it. But where did you buy that fine goose?",
    "I did not buy it, but exchanged my pig for it.",
    "And the pig?",
    "That I got for a cow.",
    "And the cow?",
    "I took that instead of a horse.",
    "And the horse?",
    "For that I gave a lump of gold as big as my head.",
    "And the gold?",
    "Well, that was my wages for seven years, service.",
    "You have known how to look after yourself each time, said the grinder. If you can only get on so far as to hear the money jingle in your pocket whenever you stand up, you will have made your fortune.",
    "How shall I manage that, said Hans. You must be a grinder, as I am, nothing particular is wanted for it but a grindstone, the rest finds itself. I have one here, it is certainly a little worn, but you need not give me anything for it but your goose, will you do it?",
    "How can you ask, answered Hans. I shall be the luckiest fellow on earth. If I have money whenever I put my hand in my pocket, why should I ever worry again. And he handed him the goose and received the grindstone in exchange. Now, said the grinder, as he took up an ordinary heavy stone that lay by him, here is a strong stone for you into the bargain, you can hammer well upon it, and straighten your old nails. Take it with you and keep it carefully. Hans loaded himself with the stones, and went on with a contented heart, his eyes shining with joy. I must have been born with a caul, he cried, everything I want happens to me just as if I were a sunday-child.",
    "Meanwhile, as he had been on his legs since daybreak, he began to feel tired. Hunger also tormented him, for in his joy at the bargain by which he got the cow he had eaten up all his store of food at once. At last he could only go on with great trouble, and was forced to stop every minute, the stones, too, weighed him down dreadfully. Then he could not help thinking how nice it would be if he had not to carry them just then.",
    "He crept like a snail to a well in a field, and there he thought that he would rest and refresh himself with a cool draught of water, but in order that he might not injure the stones in sitting down, he laid them carefully by his side on the edge of the well. Then he sat down on it, and was to stoop and drink, when he made a slip, pushed against the stones, and both of them fell into the water. When Hans saw them with his own eyes sinking to the bottom, he jumped for joy, and then knelt down, and with tears in his eyes thanked God for having shown him this favor also, and delivered him in so good a way, and without his having any need to reproach himself, from those heavy stones which had been the only things that troubled him.",
    "There is no man under the sun so fortunate as I, he cried out. With a light heart and free from every burden he now ran on until he was with his mother at home."
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  "body_text": "Hans had served his master for seven years, so he said to him, master, my time is up, now I should be glad to go back home to my mother, give me my wages. The master answered, you have served me faithfully and honestly, as the service was so shall the reward be. And he gave Hans a piece of gold as big as his head. Hans pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket, wrapped up the lump in it, put it on his shoulder, and set out on the way home.\n\nAs he went on, always putting one foot before the other, he saw a horseman trotting quickly and merrily by on a lively horse. Ah, said Hans quite loud, what a fine thing it is to ride. There you sit as on a chair, you stumble over no stones, you save your shoes, and cover the ground, you don't know how.\n\nThe rider, who had heard him, stopped and called out, hi, there, Hans, why do you go on foot, then.\n\nI must, answered he, for I have this lump to carry home, it is true that it is gold, but I cannot hold my head straight for it, and it hurts my shoulder.\n\nI will tell you what, said the rider, we will exchange, I will give you my horse, and you can give me your lump. With all my heart, said Hans, but I can tell you, you will have to crawl along with it.\n\nThe rider got down, took the gold, and helped Hans up, then gave him the bridle tight in his hands and said, if you want to go at a really good pace, you must click your tongue and call out, jup. Jup.\n\nHans was heartily delighted as he sat upon the horse and rode away so bold and free. After a little while he thought that it ought to go faster, and he began to click with his tongue and call out, jup. Jup. The horse put himself into a sharp trot, and before Hans knew where he was, he was thrown off and lying in a ditch which separated the field from the highway. The horse would have gone off too if it had not been stopped by a countryman, who was coming along the road and driving a cow before him.\n\nHans pulled himself together and stood up on his legs again, but he was vexed, and said to the countryman, it is a poor joke, this riding, especially when one gets hold of a mare like this, that kicks and throws one off, so that one has a chance of breaking one's neck. Never again will I mount it. Now I like your cow, for one can walk quietly behind her, and have, over and above, one's milk, butter and cheese every day without fail. What would I not give to have such a cow. Well, said the countryman, if it would give you so much pleasure, I do not mind giving the cow for the horse. Hans agreed with the greatest delight, the countryman jumped upon the horse, and rode quickly away.\n\nHans drove his cow quietly before him, and thought over his lucky bargain. If only I have a morsel of bread - and that can hardly fail me - I can eat butter and cheese with it as often as I like, if I am thirsty, I can milk my cow and drink the milk. My goodness, what more can I want.\n\nWhen he came to an inn he made a halt, and in his great concern ate up what he had with him - his dinner and supper - and all he had, and with his last few farthings had half a glass of beer. Then he drove his cow onwards along the road to his mother's village.\n\nAs it drew nearer mid-day, the heat was more oppressive, and Hans found himself upon a moor which it took about an hour to cross. He felt it very hot and his tongue clave to the roof of his mouth with thirst. I can find a cure for this, thought Hans, I will milk the cow now and refresh myself with the milk. He tied her to a withered tree, and as he had no pail he put his leather cap underneath, but try as he would, not a drop of milk came. And as he set himself to work in a clumsy way, the impatient beast at last gave him such a blow on his head with its hind foot, that he fell on the ground, and for a long time could not think where he was.\n\nBy good fortune a butcher just then came along the road with a wheel-barrow, in which lay a young pig. What sort of a trick is this, cried he, and helped the good Hans up. Hans told him what had happened. The butcher gave him his flask and said, take a drink and refresh yourself. The cow will certainly give no milk, it is an old beast, at the best it is only fit for the plough, or for the butcher. Well, well, said Hans, as he stroked his hair down on his head, who would have thought it. Certainly it is a fine thing when one can kill a beast like that at home, what meat one has. But I do not care much for beef, it is not juicy enough for me. A young pig like that now is the thing to have, it tastes quite different, and then there are the sausages.\n\nListen, Hans, said the butcher, out of love for you I will exchange, and will let you have the pig for the cow. Heaven repay you for your kindness, said Hans as he gave up the cow, whilst the pig was unbound from the barrow, and the cord by which it was tied was put in his hand.\n\nHans went on, and thought to himself how everything was going just as he wished, if he did meet with any vexation it was immediately set right. Presently there joined him a lad who was carrying a fine white goose under his arm. They said good morning to each other, and Hans began to tell of his good luck, and how he had always made such good bargains. The boy told him that he was taking the goose to a christening-feast. Just lift her, added he, and laid hold of her by the wings, how heavy she is - she has been fattened up for the last eight weeks. Whosoever has a bit of her when she is roasted will have to wipe the fat from both sides of his mouth. Yes, said Hans, as he weighed her in one hand, she is a good weight, but my pig is no bad one.\n\nMeanwhile the lad looked suspiciously from one side to the other, and shook his head. Look here, he said at length, it may not be all right with your pig. In the village through which I passed, the mayor himself had just had one stolen out of its sty. I fear - I fear that you have got hold of it there. They have sent out some people and it would be a bad business if they caught you with the pig, at the very least, you would be shut up in the dark hole.\n\nThe good Hans was terrified. Goodness, he said, help me out of this fix, you know more about this place than I do, take my pig and leave me your goose. I shall risk something at that game, answered the lad, but I will not be the cause of your getting into trouble. So he took the cord in his hand, and drove away the pig quickly along a by-path.\n\nThe good Hans, free from care, went homewards with the goose under his arm. When I think over it properly, said he to himself, I have even gained by the exchange. First there is the good roast meat, then the quantity of fat which will drip from it, and which will give me dripping for my bread for a quarter of a year, and lastly the beautiful white feathers. I will have my pillow stuffed with them, and then indeed I shall go to sleep without rocking. How glad my mother will be.\n\nAs he was going through the last village, there stood a scissors-grinder with his barrow, as his wheel whirred he sang, I sharpen scissors and quickly grind, my coat blows out in the wind behind.\n\nHans stood still and looked at him, at last he spoke to him and said, all's well with you, as you are so merry with your grinding. Yes, answered the scissors-grinder, the trade has a golden foundation. A real grinder is a man who as often as he puts his hand into his pocket finds gold in it. But where did you buy that fine goose?\n\nI did not buy it, but exchanged my pig for it.\n\nAnd the pig?\n\nThat I got for a cow.\n\nAnd the cow?\n\nI took that instead of a horse.\n\nAnd the horse?\n\nFor that I gave a lump of gold as big as my head.\n\nAnd the gold?\n\nWell, that was my wages for seven years, service.\n\nYou have known how to look after yourself each time, said the grinder. If you can only get on so far as to hear the money jingle in your pocket whenever you stand up, you will have made your fortune.\n\nHow shall I manage that, said Hans. You must be a grinder, as I am, nothing particular is wanted for it but a grindstone, the rest finds itself. I have one here, it is certainly a little worn, but you need not give me anything for it but your goose, will you do it?\n\nHow can you ask, answered Hans. I shall be the luckiest fellow on earth. If I have money whenever I put my hand in my pocket, why should I ever worry again. And he handed him the goose and received the grindstone in exchange. Now, said the grinder, as he took up an ordinary heavy stone that lay by him, here is a strong stone for you into the bargain, you can hammer well upon it, and straighten your old nails. Take it with you and keep it carefully. Hans loaded himself with the stones, and went on with a contented heart, his eyes shining with joy. I must have been born with a caul, he cried, everything I want happens to me just as if I were a sunday-child.\n\nMeanwhile, as he had been on his legs since daybreak, he began to feel tired. Hunger also tormented him, for in his joy at the bargain by which he got the cow he had eaten up all his store of food at once. At last he could only go on with great trouble, and was forced to stop every minute, the stones, too, weighed him down dreadfully. Then he could not help thinking how nice it would be if he had not to carry them just then.\n\nHe crept like a snail to a well in a field, and there he thought that he would rest and refresh himself with a cool draught of water, but in order that he might not injure the stones in sitting down, he laid them carefully by his side on the edge of the well. Then he sat down on it, and was to stoop and drink, when he made a slip, pushed against the stones, and both of them fell into the water. When Hans saw them with his own eyes sinking to the bottom, he jumped for joy, and then knelt down, and with tears in his eyes thanked God for having shown him this favor also, and delivered him in so good a way, and without his having any need to reproach himself, from those heavy stones which had been the only things that troubled him.\n\nThere is no man under the sun so fortunate as I, he cried out. With a light heart and free from every burden he now ran on until he was with his mother at home.",
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    "Hans had served his master for seven years, so he said to him, master, my time is up, now I should be glad to go back home to my mother, give me my wages. The master answered, you have served me faithfully and honestly, as the service was so shall the reward be. And he gave Hans a piece of gold as big as his head. Hans pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket, wrapped up the lump in it, put it on his shoulder, and set out on the way home.",
    "As he went on, always putting one foot before the other, he saw a horseman trotting quickly and merrily by on a lively horse. Ah, said Hans quite loud, what a fine thing it is to ride. There you sit as on a chair, you stumble over no stones, you save your shoes, and cover the ground, you don't know how.",
    "The rider, who had heard him, stopped and called out, hi, there, Hans, why do you go on foot, then.",
    "I must, answered he, for I have this lump to carry home, it is true that it is gold, but I cannot hold my head straight for it, and it hurts my shoulder.",
    "I will tell you what, said the rider, we will exchange, I will give you my horse, and you can give me your lump. With all my heart, said Hans, but I can tell you, you will have to crawl along with it.",
    "The rider got down, took the gold, and helped Hans up, then gave him the bridle tight in his hands and said, if you want to go at a really good pace, you must click your tongue and call out, jup. Jup.",
    "Hans was heartily delighted as he sat upon the horse and rode away so bold and free. After a little while he thought that it ought to go faster, and he began to click with his tongue and call out, jup. Jup. The horse put himself into a sharp trot, and before Hans knew where he was, he was thrown off and lying in a ditch which separated the field from the highway. The horse would have gone off too if it had not been stopped by a countryman, who was coming along the road and driving a cow before him.",
    "Hans pulled himself together and stood up on his legs again, but he was vexed, and said to the countryman, it is a poor joke, this riding, especially when one gets hold of a mare like this, that kicks and throws one off, so that one has a chance of breaking one's neck. Never again will I mount it. Now I like your cow, for one can walk quietly behind her, and have, over and above, one's milk, butter and cheese every day without fail. What would I not give to have such a cow. Well, said the countryman, if it would give you so much pleasure, I do not mind giving the cow for the horse. Hans agreed with the greatest delight, the countryman jumped upon the horse, and rode quickly away.",
    "Hans drove his cow quietly before him, and thought over his lucky bargain. If only I have a morsel of bread - and that can hardly fail me - I can eat butter and cheese with it as often as I like, if I am thirsty, I can milk my cow and drink the milk. My goodness, what more can I want.",
    "When he came to an inn he made a halt, and in his great concern ate up what he had with him - his dinner and supper - and all he had, and with his last few farthings had half a glass of beer. Then he drove his cow onwards along the road to his mother's village.",
    "As it drew nearer mid-day, the heat was more oppressive, and Hans found himself upon a moor which it took about an hour to cross. He felt it very hot and his tongue clave to the roof of his mouth with thirst. I can find a cure for this, thought Hans, I will milk the cow now and refresh myself with the milk. He tied her to a withered tree, and as he had no pail he put his leather cap underneath, but try as he would, not a drop of milk came. And as he set himself to work in a clumsy way, the impatient beast at last gave him such a blow on his head with its hind foot, that he fell on the ground, and for a long time could not think where he was.",
    "By good fortune a butcher just then came along the road with a wheel-barrow, in which lay a young pig. What sort of a trick is this, cried he, and helped the good Hans up. Hans told him what had happened. The butcher gave him his flask and said, take a drink and refresh yourself. The cow will certainly give no milk, it is an old beast, at the best it is only fit for the plough, or for the butcher. Well, well, said Hans, as he stroked his hair down on his head, who would have thought it. Certainly it is a fine thing when one can kill a beast like that at home, what meat one has. But I do not care much for beef, it is not juicy enough for me. A young pig like that now is the thing to have, it tastes quite different, and then there are the sausages.",
    "Listen, Hans, said the butcher, out of love for you I will exchange, and will let you have the pig for the cow. Heaven repay you for your kindness, said Hans as he gave up the cow, whilst the pig was unbound from the barrow, and the cord by which it was tied was put in his hand.",
    "Hans went on, and thought to himself how everything was going just as he wished, if he did meet with any vexation it was immediately set right. Presently there joined him a lad who was carrying a fine white goose under his arm. They said good morning to each other, and Hans began to tell of his good luck, and how he had always made such good bargains. The boy told him that he was taking the goose to a christening-feast. Just lift her, added he, and laid hold of her by the wings, how heavy she is - she has been fattened up for the last eight weeks. Whosoever has a bit of her when she is roasted will have to wipe the fat from both sides of his mouth. Yes, said Hans, as he weighed her in one hand, she is a good weight, but my pig is no bad one.",
    "Meanwhile the lad looked suspiciously from one side to the other, and shook his head. Look here, he said at length, it may not be all right with your pig. In the village through which I passed, the mayor himself had just had one stolen out of its sty. I fear - I fear that you have got hold of it there. They have sent out some people and it would be a bad business if they caught you with the pig, at the very least, you would be shut up in the dark hole.",
    "The good Hans was terrified. Goodness, he said, help me out of this fix, you know more about this place than I do, take my pig and leave me your goose. I shall risk something at that game, answered the lad, but I will not be the cause of your getting into trouble. So he took the cord in his hand, and drove away the pig quickly along a by-path.",
    "The good Hans, free from care, went homewards with the goose under his arm. When I think over it properly, said he to himself, I have even gained by the exchange. First there is the good roast meat, then the quantity of fat which will drip from it, and which will give me dripping for my bread for a quarter of a year, and lastly the beautiful white feathers. I will have my pillow stuffed with them, and then indeed I shall go to sleep without rocking. How glad my mother will be.",
    "As he was going through the last village, there stood a scissors-grinder with his barrow, as his wheel whirred he sang, I sharpen scissors and quickly grind, my coat blows out in the wind behind.",
    "Hans stood still and looked at him, at last he spoke to him and said, all's well with you, as you are so merry with your grinding. Yes, answered the scissors-grinder, the trade has a golden foundation. A real grinder is a man who as often as he puts his hand into his pocket finds gold in it. But where did you buy that fine goose?",
    "I did not buy it, but exchanged my pig for it.",
    "And the pig?",
    "That I got for a cow.",
    "And the cow?",
    "I took that instead of a horse.",
    "And the horse?",
    "For that I gave a lump of gold as big as my head.",
    "And the gold?",
    "Well, that was my wages for seven years, service.",
    "You have known how to look after yourself each time, said the grinder. If you can only get on so far as to hear the money jingle in your pocket whenever you stand up, you will have made your fortune.",
    "How shall I manage that, said Hans. You must be a grinder, as I am, nothing particular is wanted for it but a grindstone, the rest finds itself. I have one here, it is certainly a little worn, but you need not give me anything for it but your goose, will you do it?",
    "How can you ask, answered Hans. I shall be the luckiest fellow on earth. If I have money whenever I put my hand in my pocket, why should I ever worry again. And he handed him the goose and received the grindstone in exchange. Now, said the grinder, as he took up an ordinary heavy stone that lay by him, here is a strong stone for you into the bargain, you can hammer well upon it, and straighten your old nails. Take it with you and keep it carefully. Hans loaded himself with the stones, and went on with a contented heart, his eyes shining with joy. I must have been born with a caul, he cried, everything I want happens to me just as if I were a sunday-child.",
    "Meanwhile, as he had been on his legs since daybreak, he began to feel tired. Hunger also tormented him, for in his joy at the bargain by which he got the cow he had eaten up all his store of food at once. At last he could only go on with great trouble, and was forced to stop every minute, the stones, too, weighed him down dreadfully. Then he could not help thinking how nice it would be if he had not to carry them just then.",
    "He crept like a snail to a well in a field, and there he thought that he would rest and refresh himself with a cool draught of water, but in order that he might not injure the stones in sitting down, he laid them carefully by his side on the edge of the well. Then he sat down on it, and was to stoop and drink, when he made a slip, pushed against the stones, and both of them fell into the water. When Hans saw them with his own eyes sinking to the bottom, he jumped for joy, and then knelt down, and with tears in his eyes thanked God for having shown him this favor also, and delivered him in so good a way, and without his having any need to reproach himself, from those heavy stones which had been the only things that troubled him.",
    "There is no man under the sun so fortunate as I, he cried out. With a light heart and free from every burden he now ran on until he was with his mother at home."
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  "clean_text": "Hans had served his master for seven years, so he said to him, master, my time is up, now I should be glad to go back home to my mother, give me my wages. The master answered, you have served me faithfully and honestly, as the service was so shall the reward be. And he gave Hans a piece of gold as big as his head. Hans pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket, wrapped up the lump in it, put it on his shoulder, and set out on the way home.\n\nAs he went on, always putting one foot before the other, he saw a horseman trotting quickly and merrily by on a lively horse. Ah, said Hans quite loud, what a fine thing it is to ride. There you sit as on a chair, you stumble over no stones, you save your shoes, and cover the ground, you don't know how.\n\nThe rider, who had heard him, stopped and called out, hi, there, Hans, why do you go on foot, then.\n\nI must, answered he, for I have this lump to carry home, it is true that it is gold, but I cannot hold my head straight for it, and it hurts my shoulder.\n\nI will tell you what, said the rider, we will exchange, I will give you my horse, and you can give me your lump. With all my heart, said Hans, but I can tell you, you will have to crawl along with it.\n\nThe rider got down, took the gold, and helped Hans up, then gave him the bridle tight in his hands and said, if you want to go at a really good pace, you must click your tongue and call out, jup. Jup.\n\nHans was heartily delighted as he sat upon the horse and rode away so bold and free. After a little while he thought that it ought to go faster, and he began to click with his tongue and call out, jup. Jup. The horse put himself into a sharp trot, and before Hans knew where he was, he was thrown off and lying in a ditch which separated the field from the highway. The horse would have gone off too if it had not been stopped by a countryman, who was coming along the road and driving a cow before him.\n\nHans pulled himself together and stood up on his legs again, but he was vexed, and said to the countryman, it is a poor joke, this riding, especially when one gets hold of a mare like this, that kicks and throws one off, so that one has a chance of breaking one's neck. Never again will I mount it. Now I like your cow, for one can walk quietly behind her, and have, over and above, one's milk, butter and cheese every day without fail. What would I not give to have such a cow. Well, said the countryman, if it would give you so much pleasure, I do not mind giving the cow for the horse. Hans agreed with the greatest delight, the countryman jumped upon the horse, and rode quickly away.\n\nHans drove his cow quietly before him, and thought over his lucky bargain. If only I have a morsel of bread - and that can hardly fail me - I can eat butter and cheese with it as often as I like, if I am thirsty, I can milk my cow and drink the milk. My goodness, what more can I want.\n\nWhen he came to an inn he made a halt, and in his great concern ate up what he had with him - his dinner and supper - and all he had, and with his last few farthings had half a glass of beer. Then he drove his cow onwards along the road to his mother's village.\n\nAs it drew nearer mid-day, the heat was more oppressive, and Hans found himself upon a moor which it took about an hour to cross. He felt it very hot and his tongue clave to the roof of his mouth with thirst. I can find a cure for this, thought Hans, I will milk the cow now and refresh myself with the milk. He tied her to a withered tree, and as he had no pail he put his leather cap underneath, but try as he would, not a drop of milk came. And as he set himself to work in a clumsy way, the impatient beast at last gave him such a blow on his head with its hind foot, that he fell on the ground, and for a long time could not think where he was.\n\nBy good fortune a butcher just then came along the road with a wheel-barrow, in which lay a young pig. What sort of a trick is this, cried he, and helped the good Hans up. Hans told him what had happened. The butcher gave him his flask and said, take a drink and refresh yourself. The cow will certainly give no milk, it is an old beast, at the best it is only fit for the plough, or for the butcher. Well, well, said Hans, as he stroked his hair down on his head, who would have thought it. Certainly it is a fine thing when one can kill a beast like that at home, what meat one has. But I do not care much for beef, it is not juicy enough for me. A young pig like that now is the thing to have, it tastes quite different, and then there are the sausages.\n\nListen, Hans, said the butcher, out of love for you I will exchange, and will let you have the pig for the cow. Heaven repay you for your kindness, said Hans as he gave up the cow, whilst the pig was unbound from the barrow, and the cord by which it was tied was put in his hand.\n\nHans went on, and thought to himself how everything was going just as he wished, if he did meet with any vexation it was immediately set right. Presently there joined him a lad who was carrying a fine white goose under his arm. They said good morning to each other, and Hans began to tell of his good luck, and how he had always made such good bargains. The boy told him that he was taking the goose to a christening-feast. Just lift her, added he, and laid hold of her by the wings, how heavy she is - she has been fattened up for the last eight weeks. Whosoever has a bit of her when she is roasted will have to wipe the fat from both sides of his mouth. Yes, said Hans, as he weighed her in one hand, she is a good weight, but my pig is no bad one.\n\nMeanwhile the lad looked suspiciously from one side to the other, and shook his head. Look here, he said at length, it may not be all right with your pig. In the village through which I passed, the mayor himself had just had one stolen out of its sty. I fear - I fear that you have got hold of it there. They have sent out some people and it would be a bad business if they caught you with the pig, at the very least, you would be shut up in the dark hole.\n\nThe good Hans was terrified. Goodness, he said, help me out of this fix, you know more about this place than I do, take my pig and leave me your goose. I shall risk something at that game, answered the lad, but I will not be the cause of your getting into trouble. So he took the cord in his hand, and drove away the pig quickly along a by-path.\n\nThe good Hans, free from care, went homewards with the goose under his arm. When I think over it properly, said he to himself, I have even gained by the exchange. First there is the good roast meat, then the quantity of fat which will drip from it, and which will give me dripping for my bread for a quarter of a year, and lastly the beautiful white feathers. I will have my pillow stuffed with them, and then indeed I shall go to sleep without rocking. How glad my mother will be.\n\nAs he was going through the last village, there stood a scissors-grinder with his barrow, as his wheel whirred he sang, I sharpen scissors and quickly grind, my coat blows out in the wind behind.\n\nHans stood still and looked at him, at last he spoke to him and said, all's well with you, as you are so merry with your grinding. Yes, answered the scissors-grinder, the trade has a golden foundation. A real grinder is a man who as often as he puts his hand into his pocket finds gold in it. But where did you buy that fine goose?\n\nI did not buy it, but exchanged my pig for it.\n\nAnd the pig?\n\nThat I got for a cow.\n\nAnd the cow?\n\nI took that instead of a horse.\n\nAnd the horse?\n\nFor that I gave a lump of gold as big as my head.\n\nAnd the gold?\n\nWell, that was my wages for seven years, service.\n\nYou have known how to look after yourself each time, said the grinder. If you can only get on so far as to hear the money jingle in your pocket whenever you stand up, you will have made your fortune.\n\nHow shall I manage that, said Hans. You must be a grinder, as I am, nothing particular is wanted for it but a grindstone, the rest finds itself. I have one here, it is certainly a little worn, but you need not give me anything for it but your goose, will you do it?\n\nHow can you ask, answered Hans. I shall be the luckiest fellow on earth. If I have money whenever I put my hand in my pocket, why should I ever worry again. And he handed him the goose and received the grindstone in exchange. Now, said the grinder, as he took up an ordinary heavy stone that lay by him, here is a strong stone for you into the bargain, you can hammer well upon it, and straighten your old nails. Take it with you and keep it carefully. Hans loaded himself with the stones, and went on with a contented heart, his eyes shining with joy. I must have been born with a caul, he cried, everything I want happens to me just as if I were a sunday-child.\n\nMeanwhile, as he had been on his legs since daybreak, he began to feel tired. Hunger also tormented him, for in his joy at the bargain by which he got the cow he had eaten up all his store of food at once. At last he could only go on with great trouble, and was forced to stop every minute, the stones, too, weighed him down dreadfully. Then he could not help thinking how nice it would be if he had not to carry them just then.\n\nHe crept like a snail to a well in a field, and there he thought that he would rest and refresh himself with a cool draught of water, but in order that he might not injure the stones in sitting down, he laid them carefully by his side on the edge of the well. Then he sat down on it, and was to stoop and drink, when he made a slip, pushed against the stones, and both of them fell into the water. When Hans saw them with his own eyes sinking to the bottom, he jumped for joy, and then knelt down, and with tears in his eyes thanked God for having shown him this favor also, and delivered him in so good a way, and without his having any need to reproach himself, from those heavy stones which had been the only things that troubled him.\n\nThere is no man under the sun so fortunate as I, he cried out. With a light heart and free from every burden he now ran on until he was with his mother at home.",
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    "Hans had served his master for seven years, so he said to him, master, my time is up, now I should be glad to go back home to my mother, give me my wages. The master answered, you have served me faithfully and honestly, as the service was so shall the reward be. And he gave Hans a piece of gold as big as his head. Hans pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket, wrapped up the lump in it, put it on his shoulder, and set out on the way home.",
    "As he went on, always putting one foot before the other, he saw a horseman trotting quickly and merrily by on a lively horse. Ah, said Hans quite loud, what a fine thing it is to ride. There you sit as on a chair, you stumble over no stones, you save your shoes, and cover the ground, you don't know how.",
    "The rider, who had heard him, stopped and called out, hi, there, Hans, why do you go on foot, then.",
    "I must, answered he, for I have this lump to carry home, it is true that it is gold, but I cannot hold my head straight for it, and it hurts my shoulder.",
    "I will tell you what, said the rider, we will exchange, I will give you my horse, and you can give me your lump. With all my heart, said Hans, but I can tell you, you will have to crawl along with it.",
    "The rider got down, took the gold, and helped Hans up, then gave him the bridle tight in his hands and said, if you want to go at a really good pace, you must click your tongue and call out, jup. Jup.",
    "Hans was heartily delighted as he sat upon the horse and rode away so bold and free. After a little while he thought that it ought to go faster, and he began to click with his tongue and call out, jup. Jup. The horse put himself into a sharp trot, and before Hans knew where he was, he was thrown off and lying in a ditch which separated the field from the highway. The horse would have gone off too if it had not been stopped by a countryman, who was coming along the road and driving a cow before him.",
    "Hans pulled himself together and stood up on his legs again, but he was vexed, and said to the countryman, it is a poor joke, this riding, especially when one gets hold of a mare like this, that kicks and throws one off, so that one has a chance of breaking one's neck. Never again will I mount it. Now I like your cow, for one can walk quietly behind her, and have, over and above, one's milk, butter and cheese every day without fail. What would I not give to have such a cow. Well, said the countryman, if it would give you so much pleasure, I do not mind giving the cow for the horse. Hans agreed with the greatest delight, the countryman jumped upon the horse, and rode quickly away.",
    "Hans drove his cow quietly before him, and thought over his lucky bargain. If only I have a morsel of bread - and that can hardly fail me - I can eat butter and cheese with it as often as I like, if I am thirsty, I can milk my cow and drink the milk. My goodness, what more can I want.",
    "When he came to an inn he made a halt, and in his great concern ate up what he had with him - his dinner and supper - and all he had, and with his last few farthings had half a glass of beer. Then he drove his cow onwards along the road to his mother's village.",
    "As it drew nearer mid-day, the heat was more oppressive, and Hans found himself upon a moor which it took about an hour to cross. He felt it very hot and his tongue clave to the roof of his mouth with thirst. I can find a cure for this, thought Hans, I will milk the cow now and refresh myself with the milk. He tied her to a withered tree, and as he had no pail he put his leather cap underneath, but try as he would, not a drop of milk came. And as he set himself to work in a clumsy way, the impatient beast at last gave him such a blow on his head with its hind foot, that he fell on the ground, and for a long time could not think where he was.",
    "By good fortune a butcher just then came along the road with a wheel-barrow, in which lay a young pig. What sort of a trick is this, cried he, and helped the good Hans up. Hans told him what had happened. The butcher gave him his flask and said, take a drink and refresh yourself. The cow will certainly give no milk, it is an old beast, at the best it is only fit for the plough, or for the butcher. Well, well, said Hans, as he stroked his hair down on his head, who would have thought it. Certainly it is a fine thing when one can kill a beast like that at home, what meat one has. But I do not care much for beef, it is not juicy enough for me. A young pig like that now is the thing to have, it tastes quite different, and then there are the sausages.",
    "Listen, Hans, said the butcher, out of love for you I will exchange, and will let you have the pig for the cow. Heaven repay you for your kindness, said Hans as he gave up the cow, whilst the pig was unbound from the barrow, and the cord by which it was tied was put in his hand.",
    "Hans went on, and thought to himself how everything was going just as he wished, if he did meet with any vexation it was immediately set right. Presently there joined him a lad who was carrying a fine white goose under his arm. They said good morning to each other, and Hans began to tell of his good luck, and how he had always made such good bargains. The boy told him that he was taking the goose to a christening-feast. Just lift her, added he, and laid hold of her by the wings, how heavy she is - she has been fattened up for the last eight weeks. Whosoever has a bit of her when she is roasted will have to wipe the fat from both sides of his mouth. Yes, said Hans, as he weighed her in one hand, she is a good weight, but my pig is no bad one.",
    "Meanwhile the lad looked suspiciously from one side to the other, and shook his head. Look here, he said at length, it may not be all right with your pig. In the village through which I passed, the mayor himself had just had one stolen out of its sty. I fear - I fear that you have got hold of it there. They have sent out some people and it would be a bad business if they caught you with the pig, at the very least, you would be shut up in the dark hole.",
    "The good Hans was terrified. Goodness, he said, help me out of this fix, you know more about this place than I do, take my pig and leave me your goose. I shall risk something at that game, answered the lad, but I will not be the cause of your getting into trouble. So he took the cord in his hand, and drove away the pig quickly along a by-path.",
    "The good Hans, free from care, went homewards with the goose under his arm. When I think over it properly, said he to himself, I have even gained by the exchange. First there is the good roast meat, then the quantity of fat which will drip from it, and which will give me dripping for my bread for a quarter of a year, and lastly the beautiful white feathers. I will have my pillow stuffed with them, and then indeed I shall go to sleep without rocking. How glad my mother will be.",
    "As he was going through the last village, there stood a scissors-grinder with his barrow, as his wheel whirred he sang, I sharpen scissors and quickly grind, my coat blows out in the wind behind.",
    "Hans stood still and looked at him, at last he spoke to him and said, all's well with you, as you are so merry with your grinding. Yes, answered the scissors-grinder, the trade has a golden foundation. A real grinder is a man who as often as he puts his hand into his pocket finds gold in it. But where did you buy that fine goose?",
    "I did not buy it, but exchanged my pig for it.",
    "And the pig?",
    "That I got for a cow.",
    "And the cow?",
    "I took that instead of a horse.",
    "And the horse?",
    "For that I gave a lump of gold as big as my head.",
    "And the gold?",
    "Well, that was my wages for seven years, service.",
    "You have known how to look after yourself each time, said the grinder. If you can only get on so far as to hear the money jingle in your pocket whenever you stand up, you will have made your fortune.",
    "How shall I manage that, said Hans. You must be a grinder, as I am, nothing particular is wanted for it but a grindstone, the rest finds itself. I have one here, it is certainly a little worn, but you need not give me anything for it but your goose, will you do it?",
    "How can you ask, answered Hans. I shall be the luckiest fellow on earth. If I have money whenever I put my hand in my pocket, why should I ever worry again. And he handed him the goose and received the grindstone in exchange. Now, said the grinder, as he took up an ordinary heavy stone that lay by him, here is a strong stone for you into the bargain, you can hammer well upon it, and straighten your old nails. Take it with you and keep it carefully. Hans loaded himself with the stones, and went on with a contented heart, his eyes shining with joy. I must have been born with a caul, he cried, everything I want happens to me just as if I were a sunday-child.",
    "Meanwhile, as he had been on his legs since daybreak, he began to feel tired. Hunger also tormented him, for in his joy at the bargain by which he got the cow he had eaten up all his store of food at once. At last he could only go on with great trouble, and was forced to stop every minute, the stones, too, weighed him down dreadfully. Then he could not help thinking how nice it would be if he had not to carry them just then.",
    "He crept like a snail to a well in a field, and there he thought that he would rest and refresh himself with a cool draught of water, but in order that he might not injure the stones in sitting down, he laid them carefully by his side on the edge of the well. Then he sat down on it, and was to stoop and drink, when he made a slip, pushed against the stones, and both of them fell into the water. When Hans saw them with his own eyes sinking to the bottom, he jumped for joy, and then knelt down, and with tears in his eyes thanked God for having shown him this favor also, and delivered him in so good a way, and without his having any need to reproach himself, from those heavy stones which had been the only things that troubled him.",
    "There is no man under the sun so fortunate as I, he cried out. With a light heart and free from every burden he now ran on until he was with his mother at home."
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    "Hans had served his master for seven years, so he said to him, master, my time is up, now I should be glad to go back home to my mother, give me my wages. The master answered, you have served me faithfully and honestly, as the service was so shall the reward be. And he gave Hans a piece of gold as big as his head. Hans pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket, wrapped up the lump in it, put it on his shoulder, and set out on the way home.",
    "As he went on, always putting one foot before the other, he saw a horseman trotting quickly and merrily by on a lively horse. Ah, said Hans quite loud, what a fine thing it is to ride. There you sit as on a chair, you stumble over no stones, you save your shoes, and cover the ground, you do not know how.",
    "The rider, who had heard him, stopped and called out, hi, there, Hans, why do you go on foot, then.",
    "I must, answered he, for I have this lump to carry home, it is true that it is gold, but I cannot hold my head straight for it, and it hurts my shoulder.",
    "I will tell you what, said the rider, we will exchange, I will give you my horse, and you can give me your lump. With all my heart, said Hans, but I can tell you, you will have to crawl along with it.",
    "The rider got down, took the gold, and helped Hans up, then gave him the bridle tight in his hands and said, if you want to go at a really good pace, you must click your tongue and call out, jup. Jup.",
    "Hans was heartily delighted as he sat upon the horse and rode away so bold and free. After a little while he thought that it ought to go faster, and he began to click with his tongue and call out, jup. Jup. The horse put himself into a sharp trot, and before Hans knew where he was, he was thrown off and lying in a ditch which separated the field from the highway. The horse would have gone off too if it had not been stopped by a countryman, who was coming along the road and driving a cow before him.",
    "Hans pulled himself together and stood up on his legs again, but he was vexed, and said to the countryman, it is a poor joke, this riding, especially when one gets hold of a mare like this, that kicks and throws one off, so that one has a chance of breaking one's neck. Never again will I mount it. Now I like your cow, for one can walk quietly behind her, and have, over and above, one's milk, butter and cheese every day without fail. What would I not give to have such a cow. Well, said the countryman, if it would give you so much pleasure, I do not mind giving the cow for the horse. Hans agreed with the greatest delight, the countryman jumped upon the horse, and rode quickly away.",
    "Hans drove his cow quietly before him, and thought over his lucky bargain. If only I have a morsel of bread - and that can hardly fail me - I can eat butter and cheese with it as often as I like, if I am thirsty, I can milk my cow and drink the milk. My goodness, what more can I want.",
    "When he came to an inn he made a halt, and in his great concern ate up what he had with him - his dinner and supper - and all he had, and with his last few farthings had half a glass of beer. Then he drove his cow onwards along the road to his mother's village.",
    "As it drew nearer mid-day, the heat was more oppressive, and Hans found himself upon a moor which it took about an hour to cross. He felt it very hot and his tongue clave to the roof of his mouth with thirst. I can find a cure for this, thought Hans, I will milk the cow now and refresh myself with the milk. He tied her to a withered tree, and as he had no pail he put his leather cap underneath, but try as he would, not a drop of milk came. And as he set himself to work in a clumsy way, the impatient beast at last gave him such a blow on his head with its hind foot, that he fell on the ground, and for a long time could not think where he was.",
    "By good fortune a butcher just then came along the road with a wheel-barrow, in which lay a young pig. What sort of a trick is this, cried he, and helped the good Hans up. Hans told him what had happened. The butcher gave him his flask and said, take a drink and refresh yourself. The cow will certainly give no milk, it is an old beast, at the best it is only fit for the plough, or for the butcher. Well, well, said Hans, as he stroked his hair down on his head, who would have thought it. Certainly it is a fine thing when one can kill a beast like that at home, what meat one has. But I do not care much for beef, it is not juicy enough for me. A young pig like that now is the thing to have, it tastes quite different, and then there are the sausages.",
    "Listen, Hans, said the butcher, out of love for you I will exchange, and will let you have the pig for the cow. Heaven repay you for your kindness, said Hans as he gave up the cow, whilst the pig was unbound from the barrow, and the cord by which it was tied was put in his hand.",
    "Hans went on, and thought to himself how everything was going just as he wished, if he did meet with any vexation it was immediately set right. Presently there joined him a lad who was carrying a fine white goose under his arm. They said good morning to each other, and Hans began to tell of his good luck, and how he had always made such good bargains. The boy told him that he was taking the goose to a christening-feast. Just lift her, added he, and laid hold of her by the wings, how heavy she is - she has been fattened up for the last eight weeks. Whosoever has a bit of her when she is roasted will have to wipe the fat from both sides of his mouth. Yes, said Hans, as he weighed her in one hand, she is a good weight, but my pig is no bad one.",
    "Meanwhile the lad looked suspiciously from one side to the other, and shook his head. Look here, he said at length, it may not be all right with your pig. In the village through which I passed, the mayor himself had just had one stolen out of its sty. I fear - I fear that you have got hold of it there. They have sent out some people and it would be a bad business if they caught you with the pig, at the very least, you would be shut up in the dark hole.",
    "The good Hans was terrified. Goodness, he said, help me out of this fix, you know more about this place than I do, take my pig and leave me your goose. I shall risk something at that game, answered the lad, but I will not be the cause of your getting into trouble. So he took the cord in his hand, and drove away the pig quickly along a by-path.",
    "The good Hans, free from care, went homewards with the goose under his arm. When I think over it properly, said he to himself, I have even gained by the exchange. First there is the good roast meat, then the quantity of fat which will drip from it, and which will give me dripping for my bread for a quarter of a year, and lastly the beautiful white feathers. I will have my pillow stuffed with them, and then indeed I shall go to sleep without rocking. How glad my mother will be.",
    "As he was going through the last village, there stood a scissors-grinder with his barrow, as his wheel whirred he sang, I sharpen scissors and quickly grind, my coat blows out in the wind behind.",
    "Hans stood still and looked at him, at last he spoke to him and said, all's well with you, as you are so merry with your grinding. Yes, answered the scissors-grinder, the trade has a golden foundation. A real grinder is a man who as often as he puts his hand into his pocket finds gold in it. But where did you buy that fine goose?",
    "I did not buy it, but exchanged my pig for it.",
    "And the pig?",
    "That I got for a cow.",
    "And the cow?",
    "I took that instead of a horse.",
    "And the horse?",
    "For that I gave a lump of gold as big as my head.",
    "And the gold?",
    "Well, that was my wages for seven years, service.",
    "You have known how to look after yourself each time, said the grinder. If you can only get on so far as to hear the money jingle in your pocket whenever you stand up, you will have made your fortune.",
    "How shall I manage that, said Hans. You must be a grinder, as I am, nothing particular is wanted for it but a grindstone, the rest finds itself. I have one here, it is certainly a little worn, but you need not give me anything for it but your goose, will you do it?",
    "How can you ask, answered Hans. I shall be the luckiest fellow on earth. If I have money whenever I put my hand in my pocket, why should I ever worry again. And he handed him the goose and received the grindstone in exchange. Now, said the grinder, as he took up an ordinary heavy stone that lay by him, here is a strong stone for you into the bargain, you can hammer well upon it, and straighten your old nails. Take it with you and keep it carefully. Hans loaded himself with the stones, and went on with a contented heart, his eyes shining with joy. I must have been born with a caul, he cried, everything I want happens to me just as if I were a sunday-child.",
    "Meanwhile, as he had been on his legs since daybreak, he began to feel tired. Hunger also tormented him, for in his joy at the bargain by which he got the cow he had eaten up all his store of food at once. At last he could only go on with great trouble, and was forced to stop every minute, the stones, too, weighed him down dreadfully. Then he could not help thinking how nice it would be if he had not to carry them just then.",
    "He crept like a snail to a well in a field, and there he thought that he would rest and refresh himself with a cool draught of water, but in order that he might not injure the stones in sitting down, he laid them carefully by his side on the edge of the well. Then he sat down on it, and was to stoop and drink, when he made a slip, pushed against the stones, and both of them fell into the water. When Hans saw them with his own eyes sinking to the bottom, he jumped for joy, and then knelt down, and with tears in his eyes thanked God for having shown him this favor also, and delivered him in so good a way, and without his having any need to reproach himself, from those heavy stones which had been the only things that troubled him.",
    "There is no man under the sun so fortunate as I, he cried out. With a light heart and free from every burden he now ran on until he was with his mother at home."
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There you sit as on a chair, you stumble over no stones, you save your shoes, and cover the ground, you do not know how.\n\nThe rider, who had heard him, stopped and called out, hi, there, Hans, why do you go on foot, then.\n\nI must, answered he, for I have this lump to carry home, it is true that it is gold, but I cannot hold my head straight for it, and it hurts my shoulder.\n\nI will tell you what, said the rider, we will exchange, I will give you my horse, and you can give me your lump. With all my heart, said Hans, but I can tell you, you will have to crawl along with it.\n\nThe rider got down, took the gold, and helped Hans up, then gave him the bridle tight in his hands and said, if you want to go at a really good pace, you must click your tongue and call out, jup. Jup.\n\nHans was heartily delighted as he sat upon the horse and rode away so bold and free. After a little while he thought that it ought to go faster, and he began to click with his tongue and call out, jup. Jup. The horse put himself into a sharp trot, and before Hans knew where he was, he was thrown off and lying in a ditch which separated the field from the highway. The horse would have gone off too if it had not been stopped by a countryman, who was coming along the road and driving a cow before him.\n\nHans pulled himself together and stood up on his legs again, but he was vexed, and said to the countryman, it is a poor joke, this riding, especially when one gets hold of a mare like this, that kicks and throws one off, so that one has a chance of breaking one's neck. Never again will I mount it. Now I like your cow, for one can walk quietly behind her, and have, over and above, one's milk, butter and cheese every day without fail. What would I not give to have such a cow. Well, said the countryman, if it would give you so much pleasure, I do not mind giving the cow for the horse. Hans agreed with the greatest delight, the countryman jumped upon the horse, and rode quickly away.\n\nHans drove his cow quietly before him, and thought over his lucky bargain. If only I have a morsel of bread - and that can hardly fail me - I can eat butter and cheese with it as often as I like, if I am thirsty, I can milk my cow and drink the milk. My goodness, what more can I want.\n\nWhen he came to an inn he made a halt, and in his great concern ate up what he had with him - his dinner and supper - and all he had, and with his last few farthings had half a glass of beer. Then he drove his cow onwards along the road to his mother's village.\n\nAs it drew nearer mid-day, the heat was more oppressive, and Hans found himself upon a moor which it took about an hour to cross. He felt it very hot and his tongue clave to the roof of his mouth with thirst. I can find a cure for this, thought Hans, I will milk the cow now and refresh myself with the milk. He tied her to a withered tree, and as he had no pail he put his leather cap underneath, but try as he would, not a drop of milk came. And as he set himself to work in a clumsy way, the impatient beast at last gave him such a blow on his head with its hind foot, that he fell on the ground, and for a long time could not think where he was.\n\nBy good fortune a butcher just then came along the road with a wheel-barrow, in which lay a young pig. What sort of a trick is this, cried he, and helped the good Hans up. Hans told him what had happened. The butcher gave him his flask and said, take a drink and refresh yourself. The cow will certainly give no milk, it is an old beast, at the best it is only fit for the plough, or for the butcher. Well, well, said Hans, as he stroked his hair down on his head, who would have thought it. Certainly it is a fine thing when one can kill a beast like that at home, what meat one has. But I do not care much for beef, it is not juicy enough for me. A young pig like that now is the thing to have, it tastes quite different, and then there are the sausages.\n\nListen, Hans, said the butcher, out of love for you I will exchange, and will let you have the pig for the cow. Heaven repay you for your kindness, said Hans as he gave up the cow, whilst the pig was unbound from the barrow, and the cord by which it was tied was put in his hand.\n\nHans went on, and thought to himself how everything was going just as he wished, if he did meet with any vexation it was immediately set right. Presently there joined him a lad who was carrying a fine white goose under his arm. They said good morning to each other, and Hans began to tell of his good luck, and how he had always made such good bargains. The boy told him that he was taking the goose to a christening-feast. Just lift her, added he, and laid hold of her by the wings, how heavy she is - she has been fattened up for the last eight weeks. Whosoever has a bit of her when she is roasted will have to wipe the fat from both sides of his mouth. Yes, said Hans, as he weighed her in one hand, she is a good weight, but my pig is no bad one.\n\nMeanwhile the lad looked suspiciously from one side to the other, and shook his head. Look here, he said at length, it may not be all right with your pig. In the village through which I passed, the mayor himself had just had one stolen out of its sty. I fear - I fear that you have got hold of it there. They have sent out some people and it would be a bad business if they caught you with the pig, at the very least, you would be shut up in the dark hole.\n\nThe good Hans was terrified. Goodness, he said, help me out of this fix, you know more about this place than I do, take my pig and leave me your goose. I shall risk something at that game, answered the lad, but I will not be the cause of your getting into trouble. So he took the cord in his hand, and drove away the pig quickly along a by-path.\n\nThe good Hans, free from care, went homewards with the goose under his arm. When I think over it properly, said he to himself, I have even gained by the exchange. First there is the good roast meat, then the quantity of fat which will drip from it, and which will give me dripping for my bread for a quarter of a year, and lastly the beautiful white feathers. I will have my pillow stuffed with them, and then indeed I shall go to sleep without rocking. How glad my mother will be.\n\nAs he was going through the last village, there stood a scissors-grinder with his barrow, as his wheel whirred he sang, I sharpen scissors and quickly grind, my coat blows out in the wind behind.\n\nHans stood still and looked at him, at last he spoke to him and said, all's well with you, as you are so merry with your grinding. Yes, answered the scissors-grinder, the trade has a golden foundation. A real grinder is a man who as often as he puts his hand into his pocket finds gold in it. But where did you buy that fine goose?\n\nI did not buy it, but exchanged my pig for it.\n\nAnd the pig?\n\nThat I got for a cow.\n\nAnd the cow?\n\nI took that instead of a horse.\n\nAnd the horse?\n\nFor that I gave a lump of gold as big as my head.\n\nAnd the gold?\n\nWell, that was my wages for seven years, service.\n\nYou have known how to look after yourself each time, said the grinder. If you can only get on so far as to hear the money jingle in your pocket whenever you stand up, you will have made your fortune.\n\nHow shall I manage that, said Hans. You must be a grinder, as I am, nothing particular is wanted for it but a grindstone, the rest finds itself. I have one here, it is certainly a little worn, but you need not give me anything for it but your goose, will you do it?\n\nHow can you ask, answered Hans. I shall be the luckiest fellow on earth. If I have money whenever I put my hand in my pocket, why should I ever worry again. And he handed him the goose and received the grindstone in exchange. Now, said the grinder, as he took up an ordinary heavy stone that lay by him, here is a strong stone for you into the bargain, you can hammer well upon it, and straighten your old nails. Take it with you and keep it carefully. Hans loaded himself with the stones, and went on with a contented heart, his eyes shining with joy. I must have been born with a caul, he cried, everything I want happens to me just as if I were a sunday-child.\n\nMeanwhile, as he had been on his legs since daybreak, he began to feel tired. Hunger also tormented him, for in his joy at the bargain by which he got the cow he had eaten up all his store of food at once. At last he could only go on with great trouble, and was forced to stop every minute, the stones, too, weighed him down dreadfully. Then he could not help thinking how nice it would be if he had not to carry them just then.\n\nHe crept like a snail to a well in a field, and there he thought that he would rest and refresh himself with a cool draught of water, but in order that he might not injure the stones in sitting down, he laid them carefully by his side on the edge of the well. Then he sat down on it, and was to stoop and drink, when he made a slip, pushed against the stones, and both of them fell into the water. When Hans saw them with his own eyes sinking to the bottom, he jumped for joy, and then knelt down, and with tears in his eyes thanked God for having shown him this favor also, and delivered him in so good a way, and without his having any need to reproach himself, from those heavy stones which had been the only things that troubled him.\n\nThere is no man under the sun so fortunate as I, he cried out. With a light heart and free from every burden he now ran on until he was with his mother at home.",
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    "By good fortune a butcher just then came along the road with a wheel-barrow, in which lay a young pig. What sort of a trick is this, cried he, and helped the good Hans up. Hans told him what had happened. The butcher gave him his flask and said, take a drink and refresh yourself. The cow will certainly give no milk, it is an old beast, at the best it is only fit for the plough, or for the butcher. Well, well, said Hans, as he stroked his hair down on his head, who would have thought it. Certainly it is a fine thing when one can kill a beast like that at home, what meat one has. But I do not care much for beef, it is not juicy enough for me. A young pig like that now is the thing to have, it tastes quite different, and then there are the sausages.",
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    "The good Hans was terrified. Goodness, he said, help me out of this fix, you know more about this place than I do, take my pig and leave me your goose. I shall risk something at that game, answered the lad, but I will not be the cause of your getting into trouble. So he took the cord in his hand, and drove away the pig quickly along a by-path.",
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    "Hans had served his master for seven years, so he said to him, master, my time is up, now I should be glad to go back home to my mother, give me my wages. The master answered, you have served me faithfully and honestly, as the service was so shall the reward be. And he gave Hans a piece of gold as big as his head. Hans pulled his handkerchief out of his pocket, wrapped up the lump in it, put it on his shoulder, and set out on the way home.",
    "As he went on, always putting one foot before the other, he saw a horseman trotting quickly and merrily by on a lively horse. Ah, said Hans quite loud, what a fine thing it is to ride. There you sit as on a chair, you stumble over no stones, you save your shoes, and cover the ground, you do not know how.",
    "The rider, who had heard him, stopped and called out, hi, there, Hans, why do you go on foot, then.",
    "I must, answered he, for I have this lump to carry home, it is true that it is gold, but I cannot hold my head straight for it, and it hurts my shoulder.",
    "I will tell you what, said the rider, we will exchange, I will give you my horse, and you can give me your lump. With all my heart, said Hans, but I can tell you, you will have to crawl along with it.",
    "The rider got down, took the gold, and helped Hans up, then gave him the bridle tight in his hands and said, if you want to go at a really good pace, you must click your tongue and call out, jup. Jup.",
    "Hans was heartily delighted as he sat upon the horse and rode away so bold and free. After a little while he thought that it ought to go faster, and he began to click with his tongue and call out, jup. Jup. The horse put himself into a sharp trot, and before Hans knew where he was, he was thrown off and lying in a ditch which separated the field from the highway. The horse would have gone off too if it had not been stopped by a countryman, who was coming along the road and driving a cow before him.",
    "Hans pulled himself together and stood up on his legs again, but he was vexed, and said to the countryman, it is a poor joke, this riding, especially when one gets hold of a mare like this, that kicks and throws one off, so that one has a chance of breaking one's neck. Never again will I mount it. Now I like your cow, for one can walk quietly behind her, and have, over and above, one's milk, butter and cheese every day without fail. What would I not give to have such a cow. Well, said the countryman, if it would give you so much pleasure, I do not mind giving the cow for the horse. Hans agreed with the greatest delight, the countryman jumped upon the horse, and rode quickly away.",
    "Hans drove his cow quietly before him, and thought over his lucky bargain. If only I have a morsel of bread - and that can hardly fail me - I can eat butter and cheese with it as often as I like, if I am thirsty, I can milk my cow and drink the milk. My goodness, what more can I want.",
    "When he came to an inn he made a halt, and in his great concern ate up what he had with him - his dinner and supper - and all he had, and with his last few farthings had half a glass of beer. Then he drove his cow onwards along the road to his mother's village.",
    "As it drew nearer mid-day, the heat was more oppressive, and Hans found himself upon a moor which it took about an hour to cross. He felt it very hot and his tongue clave to the roof of his mouth with thirst. I can find a cure for this, thought Hans, I will milk the cow now and refresh myself with the milk. He tied her to a withered tree, and as he had no pail he put his leather cap underneath, but try as he would, not a drop of milk came. And as he set himself to work in a clumsy way, the impatient beast at last gave him such a blow on his head with its hind foot, that he fell on the ground, and for a long time could not think where he was.",
    "By good fortune a butcher just then came along the road with a wheel-barrow, in which lay a young pig. What sort of a trick is this, cried he, and helped the good Hans up. Hans told him what had happened. The butcher gave him his flask and said, take a drink and refresh yourself. The cow will certainly give no milk, it is an old beast, at the best it is only fit for the plough, or for the butcher. Well, well, said Hans, as he stroked his hair down on his head, who would have thought it. Certainly it is a fine thing when one can kill a beast like that at home, what meat one has. But I do not care much for beef, it is not juicy enough for me. A young pig like that now is the thing to have, it tastes quite different, and then there are the sausages.",
    "Listen, Hans, said the butcher, out of love for you I will exchange, and will let you have the pig for the cow. Heaven repay you for your kindness, said Hans as he gave up the cow, whilst the pig was unbound from the barrow, and the cord by which it was tied was put in his hand.",
    "Hans went on, and thought to himself how everything was going just as he wished, if he did meet with any vexation it was immediately set right. Presently there joined him a lad who was carrying a fine white goose under his arm. They said good morning to each other, and Hans began to tell of his good luck, and how he had always made such good bargains. The boy told him that he was taking the goose to a christening-feast. Just lift her, added he, and laid hold of her by the wings, how heavy she is - she has been fattened up for the last eight weeks. Whosoever has a bit of her when she is roasted will have to wipe the fat from both sides of his mouth. Yes, said Hans, as he weighed her in one hand, she is a good weight, but my pig is no bad one.",
    "Meanwhile the lad looked suspiciously from one side to the other, and shook his head. Look here, he said at length, it may not be all right with your pig. In the village through which I passed, the mayor himself had just had one stolen out of its sty. I fear - I fear that you have got hold of it there. They have sent out some people and it would be a bad business if they caught you with the pig, at the very least, you would be shut up in the dark hole.",
    "The good Hans was terrified. Goodness, he said, help me out of this fix, you know more about this place than I do, take my pig and leave me your goose. I shall risk something at that game, answered the lad, but I will not be the cause of your getting into trouble. So he took the cord in his hand, and drove away the pig quickly along a by-path.",
    "The good Hans, free from care, went homewards with the goose under his arm. When I think over it properly, said he to himself, I have even gained by the exchange. First there is the good roast meat, then the quantity of fat which will drip from it, and which will give me dripping for my bread for a quarter of a year, and lastly the beautiful white feathers. I will have my pillow stuffed with them, and then indeed I shall go to sleep without rocking. How glad my mother will be.",
    "As he was going through the last village, there stood a scissors-grinder with his barrow, as his wheel whirred he sang, I sharpen scissors and quickly grind, my coat blows out in the wind behind.",
    "Hans stood still and looked at him, at last he spoke to him and said, all's well with you, as you are so merry with your grinding. Yes, answered the scissors-grinder, the trade has a golden foundation. A real grinder is a man who as often as he puts his hand into his pocket finds gold in it. But where did you buy that fine goose?",
    "I did not buy it, but exchanged my pig for it.",
    "And the pig?",
    "That I got for a cow.",
    "And the cow?",
    "I took that instead of a horse.",
    "And the horse?",
    "For that I gave a lump of gold as big as my head.",
    "And the gold?",
    "Well, that was my wages for seven years, service.",
    "You have known how to look after yourself each time, said the grinder. If you can only get on so far as to hear the money jingle in your pocket whenever you stand up, you will have made your fortune.",
    "How shall I manage that, said Hans. You must be a grinder, as I am, nothing particular is wanted for it but a grindstone, the rest finds itself. I have one here, it is certainly a little worn, but you need not give me anything for it but your goose, will you do it?",
    "How can you ask, answered Hans. I shall be the luckiest fellow on earth. If I have money whenever I put my hand in my pocket, why should I ever worry again. And he handed him the goose and received the grindstone in exchange. Now, said the grinder, as he took up an ordinary heavy stone that lay by him, here is a strong stone for you into the bargain, you can hammer well upon it, and straighten your old nails. Take it with you and keep it carefully. Hans loaded himself with the stones, and went on with a contented heart, his eyes shining with joy. I must have been born with a caul, he cried, everything I want happens to me just as if I were a sunday-child.",
    "Meanwhile, as he had been on his legs since daybreak, he began to feel tired. Hunger also tormented him, for in his joy at the bargain by which he got the cow he had eaten up all his store of food at once. At last he could only go on with great trouble, and was forced to stop every minute, the stones, too, weighed him down dreadfully. Then he could not help thinking how nice it would be if he had not to carry them just then.",
    "He crept like a snail to a well in a field, and there he thought that he would rest and refresh himself with a cool draught of water, but in order that he might not injure the stones in sitting down, he laid them carefully by his side on the edge of the well. Then he sat down on it, and was to stoop and drink, when he made a slip, pushed against the stones, and both of them fell into the water. When Hans saw them with his own eyes sinking to the bottom, he jumped for joy, and then knelt down, and with tears in his eyes thanked God for having shown him this favor also, and delivered him in so good a way, and without his having any need to reproach himself, from those heavy stones which had been the only things that troubled him.",
    "There is no man under the sun so fortunate as I, he cried out. With a light heart and free from every burden he now ran on until he was with his mother at home."
  ],
  "child_friendly_title": "Hans in Luck",
  "child_friendly_body": [
    "Hans had worked for his master for seven years. He said, \"Master, my time is up. I want to go home to my mother. Please give me my pay.\" The master smiled and said, \"You have been good and honest. Here is your reward.\" He gave Hans a big piece of gold. It was as big as Hans's head. Hans took out his handkerchief. He wrapped the gold in it and put it on his shoulder. Then, he started walking happily toward home.",
    "As he walked along, putting one foot in front of the other, he saw a man riding a horse. The horse was moving fast and happily. \"Oh, wow!\" said Hans. \"It is so nice to ride a horse. You sit like on a soft chair. You do not trip over stones. You save your shoes, and you go so fast!",
    "The rider heard him and stopped. He called out, \"Hi there, Hans! Why are you walking?",
    "I must,\" he said. \"I have this heavy lump to carry home. It is true that it is gold, but it hurts my shoulder. I cannot hold my head up straight for it.",
    "I will tell you what,\" said the rider. \"We will trade. I will give you my horse, and you can give me your heavy stone.\" \"With all my heart,\" said Hans. \"But I can tell you, you will have to crawl along with it.",
    "The rider got down. He took the gold and helped Hans up. Then, he gave Hans the bridle tight in his hands. He said, \"If you want to go at a really good pace, you must click your tongue and call out, 'Jup! Jup!'",
    "Hans was so happy sitting on the horse and riding away. He felt so free and brave. After a little while, he thought the horse should go faster. He clicked his tongue and called out, \"Jup! Jup!\" The horse started to trot very fast. Before Hans knew what was happening, he fell off and landed in a ditch. A kind farmer was walking down the road with his cow. He saw the horse and stopped it so it would not run away.",
    "Hans brushed the dust off his knees and stood up. He was not happy, though. He told the farmer, \"That was not fun. The horse kicked me and threw me off. I could have broken my neck! I will never ride that horse again. I like your cow much better. I can walk behind her, and I will get fresh milk, butter, and cheese every single day. I would give anything to have a cow like that.\" The farmer smiled and said, \"If that makes you so happy, I will give you the cow for the horse.\" Hans was very excited. The farmer hopped on the horse and rode away quickly.",
    "Hans walked quietly with his cow in front of him. He thought about his lucky deal. \"If I have just a little bit of bread, I can eat it with butter and cheese,\" he thought. \"And if I get thirsty, I can milk my cow and drink the milk. My goodness, what more could I possibly want?",
    "When he reached an inn, he stopped for a rest. He was so worried that he ate everything he had left for dinner and supper. He even bought a small glass of beer with his last few coins. Then, he led his cow along the road to his mother's village.",
    "As the sun got higher, the heat became very strong. Hans walked for a long time until he reached a big, open moor. It was so hot that his mouth felt very dry. \"I can fix this,\" thought Hans. \"I will milk the cow and drink some milk to feel better.\" He tied the cow to a dry tree. He did not have a bucket, so he used his leather hat to catch the milk. But the cow did not give any milk. Hans tried very hard, but the cow got impatient. She kicked him hard on the head with her back leg. Hans fell to the ground and felt very dizzy. He could not see clearly for a long time.",
    "By good luck, a butcher walked by with a wheelbarrow. In it lay a little pig. \"What a funny trick,\" he said. He helped Hans up. Hans told him what had happened. The butcher gave him a flask of water. \"Drink and rest,\" he said. \"That cow is old. She will not give milk. She is only good for the plow or for the butcher.\" Hans stroked his hair and smiled. \"I never knew that,\" he said. \"It is nice to have fresh meat at home. But I do not like beef. It is not juicy enough. A little pig is much better. It tastes so good, especially with sausages.",
    "Listen, Hans,\" said the butcher. \"I will trade with you out of love. I will let you have the pig for the cow.\"\n\n\"Heaven will repay you for your kindness,\" said Hans. He gave up the cow. Then, the pig was untied from the cart. Hans took the rope in his hand.",
    "Hans walked on, feeling very happy. He thought everything was going just right. Suddenly, a boy joined him. He was carrying a big, white goose under his arm. They said good morning to each other. Hans told the boy about his good luck and how he had made such great deals. The boy said he was taking the goose to a special party. He told Hans to pick her up. \"She is very heavy,\" he said. \"She has been eating well for eight weeks. If you eat her, you will need to wipe your mouth.\" Hans smiled. He picked up the goose in one hand. \"She is a good weight,\" he said. \"But my pig is not bad either.",
    "Meanwhile, the boy looked around carefully. He shook his head. \"Wait,\" he said. \"Something is not right. I think your pig might be stolen. In the village I passed, the mayor’s pig was taken from its pen. I am afraid you have it there. They sent people to look for it. It would be bad if they caught you with the pig. At the very least, you would have to stay in a dark room.",
    "Hans was very scared. \"Oh please,\" he said. \"Help me out of this mess. You know this place better than I do. Take my pig and give me your goose.\" The boy thought for a moment. \"I will try that,\" he said. \"But I do not want to get you into trouble.\" So he held the rope tight. He led the pig away quickly down a quiet path.",
    "The good Hans walked home happily, holding the goose under his arm. He thought to himself, \"I have even gained by the exchange. First, I have the good roast meat. Then, there is a lot of fat that will drip from it. That fat will give me tasty bread for a long time. And lastly, I have the beautiful white feathers. I will use them to stuff my pillow. Then I will sleep so softly. How happy my mother will be to see me!",
    "As he walked through the last village, he saw a man with a big wheel. The man was making the scissors sharp. As the wheel turned, the man sang a happy song. He sang, \"I make the scissors sharp and shiny. My coat blows in the wind behind me.",
    "Hans stood still and looked at him. At last, he spoke to him and said, \"You look so happy with your work. Everything is going well for you, isn't it?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" answered the scissors-grinder. \"My trade is a lucky one. A real grinder is a man who always finds gold in his pocket. But where did you buy that fine goose?",
    "I did not buy it. Instead, I traded my pig for it.",
    "And the pig?",
    "I got a cow for it.",
    "And what about the cow?",
    "I took the horse instead.",
    "And the horse?",
    "I gave him a big, heavy lump of gold.",
    "And the gold?",
    "Well, that was my pay for seven years of work.",
    "You have learned how to take care of yourself,\" said the grinder. \"If you can just get to the point where you hear the money jingle in your pocket whenever you stand up, then you will have made your fortune.",
    "How can I do that?\" asked Hans. \"You must be a grinder, just like me. I do not need much for my job. I just need a big stone to grind on. The rest takes care of itself. I have a stone right here. It is a little bit old, but that is okay. You do not need to give me anything for it. You can just give me your goose. Will you do that?",
    "I can't believe it,\" Hans said happily. \"I am going to be the luckiest person in the whole world. If I have money whenever I put my hand in my pocket, why should I ever worry again?\"\n\nThen, he gave the grinder his fine goose. In return, the grinder gave him a heavy, ordinary stone.\n\n\"Now, take this,\" the grinder said. He picked up a strong stone that was lying there. \"Here is a strong stone for you, too. You can use it to hammer things and fix your old nails. Take it with you and keep it safe.\"\n\nHans put the heavy stone in his bag. He walked on with a happy heart. His eyes sparkled with joy.\n\n\"I must have been born lucky,\" he cried out. \"Everything I want happens to me just like magic.",
    "Meanwhile, he had been walking since morning, and he started to feel very tired. His tummy also hurt because he had eaten all his food at once when he was so happy about the cow. At last, he could only go on with great effort. He had to stop every few steps, and the heavy stones felt like they were pulling him down. Then, he could not help thinking how nice it would be if he did not have to carry them just then.",
    "He crept slowly to a well in the field. He wanted to rest and drink some cool water. To be safe, he put the stones on the edge of the well. He sat down and leaned over to drink. Suddenly, he slipped! The stones fell into the water with a splash. Hans watched them sink to the bottom. He jumped for joy! He knelt down and thanked God with happy tears. He felt so light and free. He did not have to carry the heavy stones anymore.",
    "I am the luckiest person in the whole world!\" he shouted happily. He felt so light and free. He ran all the way home to his mother."
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  "child_friendly_text": "Hans had worked for his master for seven years. He said, \"Master, my time is up. I want to go home to my mother. Please give me my pay.\" The master smiled and said, \"You have been good and honest. Here is your reward.\" He gave Hans a big piece of gold. It was as big as Hans's head. Hans took out his handkerchief. He wrapped the gold in it and put it on his shoulder. Then, he started walking happily toward home.\n\nAs he walked along, putting one foot in front of the other, he saw a man riding a horse. The horse was moving fast and happily. \"Oh, wow!\" said Hans. \"It is so nice to ride a horse. You sit like on a soft chair. You do not trip over stones. You save your shoes, and you go so fast!\n\nThe rider heard him and stopped. He called out, \"Hi there, Hans! Why are you walking?\n\nI must,\" he said. \"I have this heavy lump to carry home. It is true that it is gold, but it hurts my shoulder. I cannot hold my head up straight for it.\n\nI will tell you what,\" said the rider. \"We will trade. I will give you my horse, and you can give me your heavy stone.\" \"With all my heart,\" said Hans. \"But I can tell you, you will have to crawl along with it.\n\nThe rider got down. He took the gold and helped Hans up. Then, he gave Hans the bridle tight in his hands. He said, \"If you want to go at a really good pace, you must click your tongue and call out, 'Jup! Jup!'\n\nHans was so happy sitting on the horse and riding away. He felt so free and brave. After a little while, he thought the horse should go faster. He clicked his tongue and called out, \"Jup! Jup!\" The horse started to trot very fast. Before Hans knew what was happening, he fell off and landed in a ditch. A kind farmer was walking down the road with his cow. He saw the horse and stopped it so it would not run away.\n\nHans brushed the dust off his knees and stood up. He was not happy, though. He told the farmer, \"That was not fun. The horse kicked me and threw me off. I could have broken my neck! I will never ride that horse again. I like your cow much better. I can walk behind her, and I will get fresh milk, butter, and cheese every single day. I would give anything to have a cow like that.\" The farmer smiled and said, \"If that makes you so happy, I will give you the cow for the horse.\" Hans was very excited. The farmer hopped on the horse and rode away quickly.\n\nHans walked quietly with his cow in front of him. He thought about his lucky deal. \"If I have just a little bit of bread, I can eat it with butter and cheese,\" he thought. \"And if I get thirsty, I can milk my cow and drink the milk. My goodness, what more could I possibly want?\n\nWhen he reached an inn, he stopped for a rest. He was so worried that he ate everything he had left for dinner and supper. He even bought a small glass of beer with his last few coins. Then, he led his cow along the road to his mother's village.\n\nAs the sun got higher, the heat became very strong. Hans walked for a long time until he reached a big, open moor. It was so hot that his mouth felt very dry. \"I can fix this,\" thought Hans. \"I will milk the cow and drink some milk to feel better.\" He tied the cow to a dry tree. He did not have a bucket, so he used his leather hat to catch the milk. But the cow did not give any milk. Hans tried very hard, but the cow got impatient. She kicked him hard on the head with her back leg. Hans fell to the ground and felt very dizzy. He could not see clearly for a long time.\n\nBy good luck, a butcher walked by with a wheelbarrow. In it lay a little pig. \"What a funny trick,\" he said. He helped Hans up. Hans told him what had happened. The butcher gave him a flask of water. \"Drink and rest,\" he said. \"That cow is old. She will not give milk. She is only good for the plow or for the butcher.\" Hans stroked his hair and smiled. \"I never knew that,\" he said. \"It is nice to have fresh meat at home. But I do not like beef. It is not juicy enough. A little pig is much better. It tastes so good, especially with sausages.\n\nListen, Hans,\" said the butcher. \"I will trade with you out of love. I will let you have the pig for the cow.\"\n\n\"Heaven will repay you for your kindness,\" said Hans. He gave up the cow. Then, the pig was untied from the cart. Hans took the rope in his hand.\n\nHans walked on, feeling very happy. He thought everything was going just right. Suddenly, a boy joined him. He was carrying a big, white goose under his arm. They said good morning to each other. Hans told the boy about his good luck and how he had made such great deals. The boy said he was taking the goose to a special party. He told Hans to pick her up. \"She is very heavy,\" he said. \"She has been eating well for eight weeks. If you eat her, you will need to wipe your mouth.\" Hans smiled. He picked up the goose in one hand. \"She is a good weight,\" he said. \"But my pig is not bad either.\n\nMeanwhile, the boy looked around carefully. He shook his head. \"Wait,\" he said. \"Something is not right. I think your pig might be stolen. In the village I passed, the mayor’s pig was taken from its pen. I am afraid you have it there. They sent people to look for it. It would be bad if they caught you with the pig. At the very least, you would have to stay in a dark room.\n\nHans was very scared. \"Oh please,\" he said. \"Help me out of this mess. You know this place better than I do. Take my pig and give me your goose.\" The boy thought for a moment. \"I will try that,\" he said. \"But I do not want to get you into trouble.\" So he held the rope tight. He led the pig away quickly down a quiet path.\n\nThe good Hans walked home happily, holding the goose under his arm. He thought to himself, \"I have even gained by the exchange. First, I have the good roast meat. Then, there is a lot of fat that will drip from it. That fat will give me tasty bread for a long time. And lastly, I have the beautiful white feathers. I will use them to stuff my pillow. Then I will sleep so softly. How happy my mother will be to see me!\n\nAs he walked through the last village, he saw a man with a big wheel. The man was making the scissors sharp. As the wheel turned, the man sang a happy song. He sang, \"I make the scissors sharp and shiny. My coat blows in the wind behind me.\n\nHans stood still and looked at him. At last, he spoke to him and said, \"You look so happy with your work. Everything is going well for you, isn't it?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" answered the scissors-grinder. \"My trade is a lucky one. A real grinder is a man who always finds gold in his pocket. But where did you buy that fine goose?\n\nI did not buy it. Instead, I traded my pig for it.\n\nAnd the pig?\n\nI got a cow for it.\n\nAnd what about the cow?\n\nI took the horse instead.\n\nAnd the horse?\n\nI gave him a big, heavy lump of gold.\n\nAnd the gold?\n\nWell, that was my pay for seven years of work.\n\nYou have learned how to take care of yourself,\" said the grinder. \"If you can just get to the point where you hear the money jingle in your pocket whenever you stand up, then you will have made your fortune.\n\nHow can I do that?\" asked Hans. \"You must be a grinder, just like me. I do not need much for my job. I just need a big stone to grind on. The rest takes care of itself. I have a stone right here. It is a little bit old, but that is okay. You do not need to give me anything for it. You can just give me your goose. Will you do that?\n\nI can't believe it,\" Hans said happily. \"I am going to be the luckiest person in the whole world. If I have money whenever I put my hand in my pocket, why should I ever worry again?\"\n\nThen, he gave the grinder his fine goose. In return, the grinder gave him a heavy, ordinary stone.\n\n\"Now, take this,\" the grinder said. He picked up a strong stone that was lying there. \"Here is a strong stone for you, too. You can use it to hammer things and fix your old nails. Take it with you and keep it safe.\"\n\nHans put the heavy stone in his bag. He walked on with a happy heart. His eyes sparkled with joy.\n\n\"I must have been born lucky,\" he cried out. \"Everything I want happens to me just like magic.\n\nMeanwhile, he had been walking since morning, and he started to feel very tired. His tummy also hurt because he had eaten all his food at once when he was so happy about the cow. At last, he could only go on with great effort. He had to stop every few steps, and the heavy stones felt like they were pulling him down. Then, he could not help thinking how nice it would be if he did not have to carry them just then.\n\nHe crept slowly to a well in the field. He wanted to rest and drink some cool water. To be safe, he put the stones on the edge of the well. He sat down and leaned over to drink. Suddenly, he slipped! The stones fell into the water with a splash. Hans watched them sink to the bottom. He jumped for joy! He knelt down and thanked God with happy tears. He felt so light and free. He did not have to carry the heavy stones anymore.\n\nI am the luckiest person in the whole world!\" he shouted happily. He felt so light and free. He ran all the way home to his mother.",
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    "Hans had worked for his master for seven years. He said, \"Master, my time is up. I want to go home to my mother. Please give me my pay.\" The master smiled and said, \"You have been good and honest. Here is your reward.\" He gave Hans a big piece of gold. It was as big as Hans's head. Hans took out his handkerchief. He wrapped the gold in it and put it on his shoulder. Then, he started walking happily toward home.",
    "As he walked along, putting one foot in front of the other, he saw a man riding a horse. The horse was moving fast and happily. \"Oh, wow!\" said Hans. \"It is so nice to ride a horse. You sit like on a soft chair. You do not trip over stones. You save your shoes, and you go so fast!",
    "The rider heard him and stopped. He called out, \"Hi there, Hans! Why are you walking?",
    "I must,\" he said. \"I have this heavy lump to carry home. It is true that it is gold, but it hurts my shoulder. I cannot hold my head up straight for it.",
    "I will tell you what,\" said the rider. \"We will trade. I will give you my horse, and you can give me your heavy stone.\" \"With all my heart,\" said Hans. \"But I can tell you, you will have to crawl along with it.",
    "The rider got down. He took the gold and helped Hans up. Then, he gave Hans the bridle tight in his hands. He said, \"If you want to go at a really good pace, you must click your tongue and call out, 'Jup! Jup!'",
    "Hans was so happy sitting on the horse and riding away. He felt so free and brave. After a little while, he thought the horse should go faster. He clicked his tongue and called out, \"Jup! Jup!\" The horse started to trot very fast. Before Hans knew what was happening, he fell off and landed in a ditch. A kind farmer was walking down the road with his cow. He saw the horse and stopped it so it would not run away.",
    "Hans brushed the dust off his knees and stood up. He was not happy, though. He told the farmer, \"That was not fun. The horse kicked me and threw me off. I could have broken my neck! I will never ride that horse again. I like your cow much better. I can walk behind her, and I will get fresh milk, butter, and cheese every single day. I would give anything to have a cow like that.\" The farmer smiled and said, \"If that makes you so happy, I will give you the cow for the horse.\" Hans was very excited. The farmer hopped on the horse and rode away quickly.",
    "Hans walked quietly with his cow in front of him. He thought about his lucky deal. \"If I have just a little bit of bread, I can eat it with butter and cheese,\" he thought. \"And if I get thirsty, I can milk my cow and drink the milk. My goodness, what more could I possibly want?",
    "When he reached an inn, he stopped for a rest. He was so worried that he ate everything he had left for dinner and supper. He even bought a small glass of beer with his last few coins. Then, he led his cow along the road to his mother's village.",
    "As the sun got higher, the heat became very strong. Hans walked for a long time until he reached a big, open moor. It was so hot that his mouth felt very dry. \"I can fix this,\" thought Hans. \"I will milk the cow and drink some milk to feel better.\" He tied the cow to a dry tree. He did not have a bucket, so he used his leather hat to catch the milk. But the cow did not give any milk. Hans tried very hard, but the cow got impatient. She kicked him hard on the head with her back leg. Hans fell to the ground and felt very dizzy. He could not see clearly for a long time.",
    "By good luck, a butcher walked by with a wheelbarrow. In it lay a little pig. \"What a funny trick,\" he said. He helped Hans up. Hans told him what had happened. The butcher gave him a flask of water. \"Drink and rest,\" he said. \"That cow is old. She will not give milk. She is only good for the plow or for the butcher.\" Hans stroked his hair and smiled. \"I never knew that,\" he said. \"It is nice to have fresh meat at home. But I do not like beef. It is not juicy enough. A little pig is much better. It tastes so good, especially with sausages.",
    "Listen, Hans,\" said the butcher. \"I will trade with you out of love. I will let you have the pig for the cow.\"\n\n\"Heaven will repay you for your kindness,\" said Hans. He gave up the cow. Then, the pig was untied from the cart. Hans took the rope in his hand.",
    "Hans walked on, feeling very happy. He thought everything was going just right. Suddenly, a boy joined him. He was carrying a big, white goose under his arm. They said good morning to each other. Hans told the boy about his good luck and how he had made such great deals. The boy said he was taking the goose to a special party. He told Hans to pick her up. \"She is very heavy,\" he said. \"She has been eating well for eight weeks. If you eat her, you will need to wipe your mouth.\" Hans smiled. He picked up the goose in one hand. \"She is a good weight,\" he said. \"But my pig is not bad either.",
    "Meanwhile, the boy looked around carefully. He shook his head. \"Wait,\" he said. \"Something is not right. I think your pig might be stolen. In the village I passed, the mayor’s pig was taken from its pen. I am afraid you have it there. They sent people to look for it. It would be bad if they caught you with the pig. At the very least, you would have to stay in a dark room.",
    "Hans was very scared. \"Oh please,\" he said. \"Help me out of this mess. You know this place better than I do. Take my pig and give me your goose.\" The boy thought for a moment. \"I will try that,\" he said. \"But I do not want to get you into trouble.\" So he held the rope tight. He led the pig away quickly down a quiet path.",
    "The good Hans walked home happily, holding the goose under his arm. He thought to himself, \"I have even gained by the exchange. First, I have the good roast meat. Then, there is a lot of fat that will drip from it. That fat will give me tasty bread for a long time. And lastly, I have the beautiful white feathers. I will use them to stuff my pillow. Then I will sleep so softly. How happy my mother will be to see me!",
    "As he walked through the last village, he saw a man with a big wheel. The man was making the scissors sharp. As the wheel turned, the man sang a happy song. He sang, \"I make the scissors sharp and shiny. My coat blows in the wind behind me.",
    "Hans stood still and looked at him. At last, he spoke to him and said, \"You look so happy with your work. Everything is going well for you, isn't it?\"\n\n\"Yes,\" answered the scissors-grinder. \"My trade is a lucky one. A real grinder is a man who always finds gold in his pocket. But where did you buy that fine goose?",
    "I did not buy it. Instead, I traded my pig for it.",
    "And the pig?",
    "I got a cow for it.",
    "And what about the cow?",
    "I took the horse instead.",
    "And the horse?",
    "I gave him a big, heavy lump of gold.",
    "And the gold?",
    "Well, that was my pay for seven years of work.",
    "You have learned how to take care of yourself,\" said the grinder. \"If you can just get to the point where you hear the money jingle in your pocket whenever you stand up, then you will have made your fortune.",
    "How can I do that?\" asked Hans. \"You must be a grinder, just like me. I do not need much for my job. I just need a big stone to grind on. The rest takes care of itself. I have a stone right here. It is a little bit old, but that is okay. You do not need to give me anything for it. You can just give me your goose. Will you do that?",
    "I can't believe it,\" Hans said happily. \"I am going to be the luckiest person in the whole world. If I have money whenever I put my hand in my pocket, why should I ever worry again?\"\n\nThen, he gave the grinder his fine goose. In return, the grinder gave him a heavy, ordinary stone.\n\n\"Now, take this,\" the grinder said. He picked up a strong stone that was lying there. \"Here is a strong stone for you, too. You can use it to hammer things and fix your old nails. Take it with you and keep it safe.\"\n\nHans put the heavy stone in his bag. He walked on with a happy heart. His eyes sparkled with joy.\n\n\"I must have been born lucky,\" he cried out. \"Everything I want happens to me just like magic.",
    "Meanwhile, he had been walking since morning, and he started to feel very tired. His tummy also hurt because he had eaten all his food at once when he was so happy about the cow. At last, he could only go on with great effort. He had to stop every few steps, and the heavy stones felt like they were pulling him down. Then, he could not help thinking how nice it would be if he did not have to carry them just then.",
    "He crept slowly to a well in the field. He wanted to rest and drink some cool water. To be safe, he put the stones on the edge of the well. He sat down and leaned over to drink. Suddenly, he slipped! The stones fell into the water with a splash. Hans watched them sink to the bottom. He jumped for joy! He knelt down and thanked God with happy tears. He felt so light and free. He did not have to carry the heavy stones anymore.",
    "I am the luckiest person in the whole world!\" he shouted happily. He felt so light and free. He ran all the way home to his mother."
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    "paragraph_25_last_output:And the horse? It was a strong, kind horse. It was very happy to be free. It ran away to the forest. It was safe now.",
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    "paragraph_27_last_output:And the gold? It was all gone. He did not have a single coin left. He felt very sad. But then, he saw a horse. The horse looked tired and hungry. Hans felt kind"
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