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"There was once a poor shepherd-boy whose father and mother were dead, and he was placed by the authorities in the house of a rich man, who was to feed him and bring him up. The man and his wife, however, had bad hearts, and were greedy and jealous of their riches, and vexed whenever anyone put a morsel of their bread in his mouth. The poor young fellow might do what he liked, he got little to eat, but only so many blows the more. One day he had to watch a hen and her chickens, but she escaped through a hedge with them, and a hawk darted down instantly, and carried her off through the air. The boy called, thief, thief, rascal, with all the strength of his body. But what good did that do. The hawk did not bring its prey back again. The man heard the noise, and ran to the spot, and as soon as he saw that his hen was gone, he fell in a rage, and gave the boy such a beating that he could not stir for two days. Then he had to take care of the chickens without the hen, but now his difficulty was greater, for one ran here and the other there. He thought he was doing a very wise thing when he tied them all together with a string, because then the hawk would not be able to steal any of them away from him. But he was very much mistaken. After two days, worn out with running about and hunger, he fell asleep. The bird of prey came, and seized one of the chickens, and as the others were tied fast to it, it carried them all off together, perched itself on a tree, and devoured them. The farmer was just coming home, and when he saw the misfortune, he got angry and beat the boy so unmercifully that he was forced to lie in bed for several days. When he was on his legs again, the farmer said to him, you are too stupid for me, I cannot make a herdsman of you, you must go as errand-boy. Then he sent him to the judge, to whom he was to carry a basketful of grapes, and he gave him a letter as well. On the way hunger and thirst tormented the unhappy boy so violently that he ate two grapes. He took the basket to the judge, but when the judge had read the letter, and counted the grapes he said, two are missing. The boy confessed quite honestly that, driven by hunger and thirst, he had devoured the two which were missing. The judge wrote a letter to the farmer, and asked for the same number of grapes again. These also the boy had to take to him with a letter. As he again was so extremely hungry and thirsty, he could not help it, and again ate two grapes. But first he took the letter out of the basket, put it under a stone and seated himself thereon in order that the letter might not see and betray him. The judge, however, again made him give an explanation about the missing grapes. Ah, said the boy, how have you learnt that. The letter could not know about it, for I put it under a stone before I did it. The judge could not help laughing at the boy's simplicity, and sent the man a letter wherein he cautioned him to look after the poor boy better, and not let him want for meat and drink, and also that he was to teach him what was right and what was wrong. I will soon show you the difference, said the hard man, if you will eat, you must work, and if you do anything wrong, you shall be quite sufficiently taught by blows. The next day he set him a hard task. He was to chop two bundles of hay for food for the horses, and then the man threatened, in five hours, said he, I shall be back again, and if the hay is not chopped by that time, I will beat you until you can not move a limb. The farmer went with his wife, the man-servant and the girl, to the yearly fair, and left nothing behind for the boy but a small bit of bread. The boy seated himself on the bench, and began to work with all his might. As he got warm over it he put his little coat off and threw it on the hay. In his terror lest he should not get done in time he kept constantly cutting, and in his haste, without noticing it, he chopped his little coat as well as the hay. He became aware of the misfortune too late. There was no repairing it. Ah, cried he, now all is over with me. The wicked man did not threaten me for nothing. If he comes back and sees what I have done, he will kill me. Rather than that I will take my own life. The boy had once heard the farmer's wife say, I have a pot with poison in it under my bed. She, however, had only said that to keep away greedy people, for there was honey in it. The boy crept under the bed, brought out the pot, and ate all that was in it. I do not know, said he, folks say death is bitter, but it tastes very sweet to me. It is no wonder that the farmer's wife has so often longed for death. He seated himself in a little chair, and was prepared to die. But instead of becoming weaker he felt himself strengthened by the nourishing food. It cannot have been poison, thought he, but the farmer once said there was a small bottle of poison for flies in the closet in which he keeps his clothes. That, no doubt, will be the true poison, and bring death to me. It was, however, no poison for flies, but hungarian wine. The boy got out the bottle, and emptied it. This death tastes sweet too, said he, but shortly after when the wine began to mount into his brain and stupefy him, he thought his end was drawing near. I feel that I must die, said he, I will go away to the churchyard, and seek a grave. He staggered out, reached the churchyard, and laid himself in a newly dug grave. He lost his senses more and more. In the neighborhood was an inn where a wedding was being held. When he heard the music, he fancied he was already in paradise, until at length he lost all consciousness. The poor boy never awoke again. The heat of the strong wine and the cold night-dew deprived him of life, and he remained in the grave in which he had laid himself. When the farmer heard the news of the boy's death he was terrified, and afraid of being brought to justice - indeed, his distress took such a powerful hold of him that he fell fainting to the ground. His wife, who was standing by the hearth with a pan of hot fat, ran to him to help him. But the flames enveloped the pan, the whole house caught fire, in a few hours it lay in ashes, and the rest of the years they had to live they passed in poverty and misery, tormented by the pangs of conscience."
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Then he had to take care of the chickens without the hen, but now his difficulty was greater, for one ran here and the other there. He thought he was doing a very wise thing when he tied them all together with a string, because then the hawk would not be able to steal any of them away from him. But he was very much mistaken. After two days, worn out with running about and hunger, he fell asleep. The bird of prey came, and seized one of the chickens, and as the others were tied fast to it, it carried them all off together, perched itself on a tree, and devoured them. The farmer was just coming home, and when he saw the misfortune, he got angry and beat the boy so unmercifully that he was forced to lie in bed for several days. When he was on his legs again, the farmer said to him, you are too stupid for me, I cannot make a herdsman of you, you must go as errand-boy. Then he sent him to the judge, to whom he was to carry a basketful of grapes, and he gave him a letter as well. On the way hunger and thirst tormented the unhappy boy so violently that he ate two grapes. He took the basket to the judge, but when the judge had read the letter, and counted the grapes he said, two are missing. The boy confessed quite honestly that, driven by hunger and thirst, he had devoured the two which were missing. The judge wrote a letter to the farmer, and asked for the same number of grapes again. These also the boy had to take to him with a letter. As he again was so extremely hungry and thirsty, he could not help it, and again ate two grapes. But first he took the letter out of the basket, put it under a stone and seated himself thereon in order that the letter might not see and betray him. The judge, however, again made him give an explanation about the missing grapes. Ah, said the boy, how have you learnt that. The letter could not know about it, for I put it under a stone before I did it. The judge could not help laughing at the boy's simplicity, and sent the man a letter wherein he cautioned him to look after the poor boy better, and not let him want for meat and drink, and also that he was to teach him what was right and what was wrong. I will soon show you the difference, said the hard man, if you will eat, you must work, and if you do anything wrong, you shall be quite sufficiently taught by blows. The next day he set him a hard task. He was to chop two bundles of hay for food for the horses, and then the man threatened, in five hours, said he, I shall be back again, and if the hay is not chopped by that time, I will beat you until you can not move a limb. The farmer went with his wife, the man-servant and the girl, to the yearly fair, and left nothing behind for the boy but a small bit of bread. The boy seated himself on the bench, and began to work with all his might. As he got warm over it he put his little coat off and threw it on the hay. In his terror lest he should not get done in time he kept constantly cutting, and in his haste, without noticing it, he chopped his little coat as well as the hay. He became aware of the misfortune too late. There was no repairing it. Ah, cried he, now all is over with me. The wicked man did not threaten me for nothing. If he comes back and sees what I have done, he will kill me. Rather than that I will take my own life. The boy had once heard the farmer's wife say, I have a pot with poison in it under my bed. She, however, had only said that to keep away greedy people, for there was honey in it. The boy crept under the bed, brought out the pot, and ate all that was in it. I do not know, said he, folks say death is bitter, but it tastes very sweet to me. It is no wonder that the farmer's wife has so often longed for death. He seated himself in a little chair, and was prepared to die. But instead of becoming weaker he felt himself strengthened by the nourishing food. It cannot have been poison, thought he, but the farmer once said there was a small bottle of poison for flies in the closet in which he keeps his clothes. That, no doubt, will be the true poison, and bring death to me. It was, however, no poison for flies, but hungarian wine. The boy got out the bottle, and emptied it. This death tastes sweet too, said he, but shortly after when the wine began to mount into his brain and stupefy him, he thought his end was drawing near. I feel that I must die, said he, I will go away to the churchyard, and seek a grave. He staggered out, reached the churchyard, and laid himself in a newly dug grave. He lost his senses more and more. In the neighborhood was an inn where a wedding was being held. When he heard the music, he fancied he was already in paradise, until at length he lost all consciousness. The poor boy never awoke again. The heat of the strong wine and the cold night-dew deprived him of life, and he remained in the grave in which he had laid himself. When the farmer heard the news of the boy's death he was terrified, and afraid of being brought to justice - indeed, his distress took such a powerful hold of him that he fell fainting to the ground. His wife, who was standing by the hearth with a pan of hot fat, ran to him to help him. But the flames enveloped the pan, the whole house caught fire, in a few hours it lay in ashes, and the rest of the years they had to live they passed in poverty and misery, tormented by the pangs of conscience.",
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Then he had to take care of the chickens without the hen, but now his difficulty was greater, for one ran here and the other there. He thought he was doing a very wise thing when he tied them all together with a string, because then the hawk would not be able to steal any of them away from him. But he was very much mistaken. After two days, worn out with running about and hunger, he fell asleep. The bird of prey came, and seized one of the chickens, and as the others were tied fast to it, it carried them all off together, perched itself on a tree, and devoured them. The farmer was just coming home, and when he saw the misfortune, he got angry and beat the boy so unmercifully that he was forced to lie in bed for several days. When he was on his legs again, the farmer said to him, you are too stupid for me, I cannot make a herdsman of you, you must go as errand-boy. Then he sent him to the judge, to whom he was to carry a basketful of grapes, and he gave him a letter as well. On the way hunger and thirst tormented the unhappy boy so violently that he ate two grapes. He took the basket to the judge, but when the judge had read the letter, and counted the grapes he said, two are missing. The boy confessed quite honestly that, driven by hunger and thirst, he had devoured the two which were missing. The judge wrote a letter to the farmer, and asked for the same number of grapes again. These also the boy had to take to him with a letter. As he again was so extremely hungry and thirsty, he could not help it, and again ate two grapes. But first he took the letter out of the basket, put it under a stone and seated himself thereon in order that the letter might not see and betray him. The judge, however, again made him give an explanation about the missing grapes. Ah, said the boy, how have you learnt that. The letter could not know about it, for I put it under a stone before I did it. The judge could not help laughing at the boy's simplicity, and sent the man a letter wherein he cautioned him to look after the poor boy better, and not let him want for meat and drink, and also that he was to teach him what was right and what was wrong. I will soon show you the difference, said the hard man, if you will eat, you must work, and if you do anything wrong, you shall be quite sufficiently taught by blows. The next day he set him a hard task. He was to chop two bundles of hay for food for the horses, and then the man threatened, in five hours, said he, I shall be back again, and if the hay is not chopped by that time, I will beat you until you can not move a limb. The farmer went with his wife, the man-servant and the girl, to the yearly fair, and left nothing behind for the boy but a small bit of bread. The boy seated himself on the bench, and began to work with all his might. As he got warm over it he put his little coat off and threw it on the hay. In his terror lest he should not get done in time he kept constantly cutting, and in his haste, without noticing it, he chopped his little coat as well as the hay. He became aware of the misfortune too late. There was no repairing it. Ah, cried he, now all is over with me. The wicked man did not threaten me for nothing. If he comes back and sees what I have done, he will kill me. Rather than that I will take my own life. The boy had once heard the farmer's wife say, I have a pot with poison in it under my bed. She, however, had only said that to keep away greedy people, for there was honey in it. The boy crept under the bed, brought out the pot, and ate all that was in it. I do not know, said he, folks say death is bitter, but it tastes very sweet to me. It is no wonder that the farmer's wife has so often longed for death. He seated himself in a little chair, and was prepared to die. But instead of becoming weaker he felt himself strengthened by the nourishing food. It cannot have been poison, thought he, but the farmer once said there was a small bottle of poison for flies in the closet in which he keeps his clothes. That, no doubt, will be the true poison, and bring death to me. It was, however, no poison for flies, but hungarian wine. The boy got out the bottle, and emptied it. This death tastes sweet too, said he, but shortly after when the wine began to mount into his brain and stupefy him, he thought his end was drawing near. I feel that I must die, said he, I will go away to the churchyard, and seek a grave. He staggered out, reached the churchyard, and laid himself in a newly dug grave. He lost his senses more and more. In the neighborhood was an inn where a wedding was being held. When he heard the music, he fancied he was already in paradise, until at length he lost all consciousness. The poor boy never awoke again. The heat of the strong wine and the cold night-dew deprived him of life, and he remained in the grave in which he had laid himself. When the farmer heard the news of the boy's death he was terrified, and afraid of being brought to justice - indeed, his distress took such a powerful hold of him that he fell fainting to the ground. His wife, who was standing by the hearth with a pan of hot fat, ran to him to help him. But the flames enveloped the pan, the whole house caught fire, in a few hours it lay in ashes, and the rest of the years they had to live they passed in poverty and misery, tormented by the pangs of conscience."
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Then he had to take care of the chickens without the hen, but now his difficulty was greater, for one ran here and the other there. He thought he was doing a very wise thing when he tied them all together with a string, because then the hawk would not be able to steal any of them away from him. But he was very much mistaken. After two days, worn out with running about and hunger, he fell asleep. The bird of prey came, and seized one of the chickens, and as the others were tied fast to it, it carried them all off together, perched itself on a tree, and devoured them. The farmer was just coming home, and when he saw the misfortune, he got angry and beat the boy so unmercifully that he was forced to lie in bed for several days. When he was on his legs again, the farmer said to him, you are too stupid for me, I cannot make a herdsman of you, you must go as errand-boy. Then he sent him to the judge, to whom he was to carry a basketful of grapes, and he gave him a letter as well. On the way hunger and thirst tormented the unhappy boy so violently that he ate two grapes. He took the basket to the judge, but when the judge had read the letter, and counted the grapes he said, two are missing. The boy confessed quite honestly that, driven by hunger and thirst, he had devoured the two which were missing. The judge wrote a letter to the farmer, and asked for the same number of grapes again. These also the boy had to take to him with a letter. As he again was so extremely hungry and thirsty, he could not help it, and again ate two grapes. But first he took the letter out of the basket, put it under a stone and seated himself thereon in order that the letter might not see and betray him. The judge, however, again made him give an explanation about the missing grapes. Ah, said the boy, how have you learnt that. The letter could not know about it, for I put it under a stone before I did it. The judge could not help laughing at the boy's simplicity, and sent the man a letter wherein he cautioned him to look after the poor boy better, and not let him want for meat and drink, and also that he was to teach him what was right and what was wrong. I will soon show you the difference, said the hard man, if you will eat, you must work, and if you do anything wrong, you shall be quite sufficiently taught by blows. The next day he set him a hard task. He was to chop two bundles of hay for food for the horses, and then the man threatened, in five hours, said he, I shall be back again, and if the hay is not chopped by that time, I will beat you until you can not move a limb. The farmer went with his wife, the man-servant and the girl, to the yearly fair, and left nothing behind for the boy but a small bit of bread. The boy seated himself on the bench, and began to work with all his might. As he got warm over it he put his little coat off and threw it on the hay. In his terror lest he should not get done in time he kept constantly cutting, and in his haste, without noticing it, he chopped his little coat as well as the hay. He became aware of the misfortune too late. There was no repairing it. Ah, cried he, now all is over with me. The wicked man did not threaten me for nothing. If he comes back and sees what I have done, he will kill me. Rather than that I will take my own life. The boy had once heard the farmer's wife say, I have a pot with poison in it under my bed. She, however, had only said that to keep away greedy people, for there was honey in it. The boy crept under the bed, brought out the pot, and ate all that was in it. I do not know, said he, folks say death is bitter, but it tastes very sweet to me. It is no wonder that the farmer's wife has so often longed for death. He seated himself in a little chair, and was prepared to die. But instead of becoming weaker he felt himself strengthened by the nourishing food. It cannot have been poison, thought he, but the farmer once said there was a small bottle of poison for flies in the closet in which he keeps his clothes. That, no doubt, will be the true poison, and bring death to me. It was, however, no poison for flies, but hungarian wine. The boy got out the bottle, and emptied it. This death tastes sweet too, said he, but shortly after when the wine began to mount into his brain and stupefy him, he thought his end was drawing near. I feel that I must die, said he, I will go away to the churchyard, and seek a grave. He staggered out, reached the churchyard, and laid himself in a newly dug grave. He lost his senses more and more. In the neighborhood was an inn where a wedding was being held. When he heard the music, he fancied he was already in paradise, until at length he lost all consciousness. The poor boy never awoke again. The heat of the strong wine and the cold night-dew deprived him of life, and he remained in the grave in which he had laid himself. When the farmer heard the news of the boy's death he was terrified, and afraid of being brought to justice - indeed, his distress took such a powerful hold of him that he fell fainting to the ground. His wife, who was standing by the hearth with a pan of hot fat, ran to him to help him. But the flames enveloped the pan, the whole house caught fire, in a few hours it lay in ashes, and the rest of the years they had to live they passed in poverty and misery, tormented by the pangs of conscience.",
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"The man heard the noise, and ran to the spot, and as soon as he saw that his hen was gone, he fell in a rage, and gave the boy such a beating that he could not stir for two days. Then he had to take care of the chickens without the hen, but now his difficulty was greater, for one ran here and the other there. He thought he was doing a very wise thing when he tied them all together with a string, because then the hawk would not be able to steal any of them away from him. But he was very much mistaken. After two days, worn out with running about and hunger, he fell asleep. The bird of prey came, and seized one of the chickens, and as the others were tied fast to it, it carried them all off together, perched itself on a tree, and devoured them.",
"The farmer was just coming home, and when he saw the misfortune, he got angry and beat the boy so unmercifully that he was forced to lie in bed for several days. When he was on his legs again, the farmer said to him, you are too stupid for me, I cannot make a herdsman of you, you must go as errand-boy. Then he sent him to the judge, to whom he was to carry a basketful of grapes, and he gave him a letter as well. On the way hunger and thirst tormented the unhappy boy so violently that he ate two grapes. He took the basket to the judge, but when the judge had read the letter, and counted the grapes he said, two are missing. The boy confessed quite honestly that, driven by hunger and thirst, he had devoured the two which were missing.",
"The judge wrote a letter to the farmer, and asked for the same number of grapes again. These also the boy had to take to him with a letter. As he again was so extremely hungry and thirsty, he could not help it, and again ate two grapes. But first he took the letter out of the basket, put it under a stone and seated himself thereon in order that the letter might not see and betray him. The judge, however, again made him give an explanation about the missing grapes. Ah, said the boy, how have you learnt that. The letter could not know about it, for I put it under a stone before I did it.",
"The judge could not help laughing at the boy's simplicity, and sent the man a letter wherein he cautioned him to look after the poor boy better, and not let him want for meat and drink, and also that he was to teach him what was right and what was wrong. I will soon show you the difference, said the hard man, if you will eat, you must work, and if you do anything wrong, you shall be quite sufficiently taught by blows. The next day he set him a hard task. He was to chop two bundles of hay for food for the horses, and then the man threatened, in five hours, said he, I shall be back again, and if the hay is not chopped by that time, I will beat you until you can not move a limb.",
"The farmer went with his wife, the man-servant and the girl, to the yearly fair, and left nothing behind for the boy but a small bit of bread. The boy seated himself on the bench, and began to work with all his might. As he got warm over it he put his little coat off and threw it on the hay. In his terror lest he should not get done in time he kept constantly cutting, and in his haste, without noticing it, he chopped his little coat as well as the hay. He became aware of the misfortune too late. There was no repairing it. Ah, cried he, now all is over with me. The wicked man did not threaten me for nothing. If he comes back and sees what I have done, he will kill me. Rather than that I will take my own life.",
"The boy had once heard the farmer's wife say, I have a pot with poison in it under my bed. She, however, had only said that to keep away greedy people, for there was honey in it. The boy crept under the bed, brought out the pot, and ate all that was in it. I do not know, said he, folks say death is bitter, but it tastes very sweet to me. It is no wonder that the farmer's wife has so often longed for death. He seated himself in a little chair, and was prepared to die. But instead of becoming weaker he felt himself strengthened by the nourishing food. It cannot have been poison, thought he, but the farmer once said there was a small bottle of poison for flies in the closet in which he keeps his clothes. That, no doubt, will be the true poison, and bring death to me.",
"It was, however, no poison for flies, but hungarian wine. The boy got out the bottle, and emptied it. This death tastes sweet too, said he, but shortly after when the wine began to mount into his brain and stupefy him, he thought his end was drawing near. I feel that I must die, said he, I will go away to the churchyard, and seek a grave. He staggered out, reached the churchyard, and laid himself in a newly dug grave. He lost his senses more and more. In the neighborhood was an inn where a wedding was being held. When he heard the music, he fancied he was already in paradise, until at length he lost all consciousness. The poor boy never awoke again. The heat of the strong wine and the cold night-dew deprived him of life, and he remained in the grave in which he had laid himself.",
"When the farmer heard the news of the boy's death he was terrified, and afraid of being brought to justice - indeed, his distress took such a powerful hold of him that he fell fainting to the ground. His wife, who was standing by the hearth with a pan of hot fat, ran to him to help him. But the flames enveloped the pan, the whole house caught fire, in a few hours it lay in ashes, and the rest of the years they had to live they passed in poverty and misery, tormented by the pangs of conscience."
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"The farmer went with his wife, the man-servant and the girl, to the yearly fair, and left nothing behind for the boy but a small bit of bread. The boy seated himself on the bench, and began to work with all his might. As he got warm over it he put his little coat off and threw it on the hay. In his terror lest he should not get done in time he kept constantly cutting, and in his haste, without noticing it, he chopped his little coat as well as the hay. He became aware of the misfortune too late. There was no repairing it. Ah, cried he, now all is over with me. The wicked man did not threaten me for nothing. If he comes back and sees what I have done, he will kill me. Rather than that I will take my own life.",
"The boy had once heard the farmer's wife say, I have a pot with poison in it under my bed. She, however, had only said that to keep away greedy people, for there was honey in it. The boy crept under the bed, brought out the pot, and ate all that was in it. I do not know, said he, folks say death is bitter, but it tastes very sweet to me. It is no wonder that the farmer's wife has so often longed for death. He seated himself in a little chair, and was prepared to die. But instead of becoming weaker he felt himself strengthened by the nourishing food. It cannot have been poison, thought he, but the farmer once said there was a small bottle of poison for flies in the closet in which he keeps his clothes. That, no doubt, will be the true poison, and bring death to me.",
"It was, however, no poison for flies, but hungarian wine. The boy got out the bottle, and emptied it. This death tastes sweet too, said he, but shortly after when the wine began to mount into his brain and stupefy him, he thought his end was drawing near. I feel that I must die, said he, I will go away to the churchyard, and seek a grave. He staggered out, reached the churchyard, and laid himself in a newly dug grave. He lost his senses more and more. In the neighborhood was an inn where a wedding was being held. When he heard the music, he fancied he was already in paradise, until at length he lost all consciousness. The poor boy never awoke again. The heat of the strong wine and the cold night-dew deprived him of life, and he remained in the grave in which he had laid himself.",
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"Once there was a poor shepherd boy whose parents had passed away. A kind man took him in to live with his family and feed him. But the man and his wife were not kind. They were greedy and did not like sharing. They were always angry when the boy ate. No matter what he did, he got very little food and many mean blows.\n\nOne day, he had to watch a hen and her chicks. The hen ran away through a hedge with her babies. Suddenly, a hawk swooped down from the sky and grabbed the hen. The boy cried out, \"Thief! Thief! Rascal!\" But the hawk did not care. It flew away with the hen and never came back.",
"The man heard the noise and ran to the spot. When he saw his hen was gone, he got very angry. He gave the boy a hard beating, and the boy could not move for two whole days. Now the man had to look after the chickens without his hen. But it was hard work because the chickens ran all over the place. He thought he was being very smart when he tied them all together with a string. He thought this would stop the hawk from stealing them. But he was wrong. After two days, the poor man was tired and hungry. He fell fast asleep. Then the hawk came down. It grabbed one chicken and pulled the others with it. The hawk flew to a tree and ate them all.",
"The farmer came home and saw what had happened. He got very angry and hit the boy hard. The boy had to stay in bed for many days. When he finally got up, the farmer said, \"You are too slow for me. I cannot use you as a shepherd. You must go run errands.\" So, he sent the boy to the judge. He had to carry a basket of sweet grapes and a letter. On the way, the boy was so hungry and thirsty that he ate two of the grapes. He gave the basket to the judge. The judge looked at the letter and counted the fruit. He said, \"Two are missing.\" The boy told the truth. He said, \"I ate them because I was so hungry.",
"The judge wrote a note to the farmer and asked for more grapes. The boy had to take the note and the fruit to him. He was very hungry and thirsty, so he could not stop himself. He ate two grapes. But first, he took the note out of the basket. He hid it under a big stone and sat on the stone so the note could not see what he did. The judge asked him why the grapes were missing. \"Oh,\" said the boy, \"how did you know? The note could not know, because I hid it under a stone before I ate them.",
"The judge smiled at the boy’s kindness and sent a letter to the man. He told him to take good care of the poor boy, make sure he had plenty to eat and drink, and teach him what was right and what was wrong.\n\n\"I will show you the difference,\" the hard man said. \"If you eat, you must work. And if you do anything wrong, you will learn a lesson.\"\n\nThe next day, the man gave the boy a big job. He had to chop two bundles of hay for the horses. Then, he looked at his watch.\n\n\"In five hours,\" he said, \"I will be back. If the hay is not chopped by then, I will give you a very hard lesson.",
"The farmer went to the fair with his wife and the helpers. He left the boy only a small piece of bread. The boy sat down and worked very hard. As he got warm, he took off his little coat and put it on the hay. He was in a hurry to finish. He cut so fast that he chopped his coat, too. He saw the mess and cried out. \"Oh no! It is ruined!\" he said. \"If the bad man comes back, he will be angry. He might hurt me. I cannot let that happen. I would rather be safe than sorry.",
"The boy had once heard the farmer's wife say, \"I have a pot with poison in it under my bed.\" But she only said that to keep away greedy people, because there was actually honey inside. The boy crept under the bed, brought out the pot, and ate all that was in it. \"I do not know,\" said he, \"folks say death is bitter, but it tastes very sweet to me.\" It is no wonder that the farmer's wife has so often longed for death. He sat down in a little chair, ready to close his eyes. But instead of feeling weak, he felt strong and happy from the sweet food. \"It cannot have been poison,\" thought he, \"but the farmer once said there was a small bottle of poison for flies in the closet where he keeps his clothes. That, no doubt, will be the true poison, and bring death to me.",
"It was not poison for flies, but just Hungarian wine. The boy took the bottle and drank it all. \"This sweet drink tastes good too,\" he said. But soon, the wine made his head feel heavy and sleepy. He thought his time had come. \"I must go to the churchyard,\" he said. \"I will find a grave.\" He walked slowly to the churchyard and lay down in a fresh hole in the ground. He felt very sleepy and lost his senses. Nearby, people were having a wedding party. When he heard the music, he thought he was in a happy place. Then, he fell into a deep sleep. The poor boy never woke up again. The warm wine and the cool night air took his life, and he stayed in the grave where he lay down.",
"When the farmer heard the boy had passed away, he was so scared. He was afraid of getting in trouble. He felt so bad that he fell to the ground. His wife was standing near the warm fire. She ran to help him. But the hot fat spilled. The fire spread fast. Soon, the whole house was burning. In just a few hours, everything was just a pile of gray ash. From that day on, they lived a hard life. They were poor and sad. They felt very guilty for what they had done."
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He thought he was being very smart when he tied them all together with a string. He thought this would stop the hawk from stealing them. But he was wrong. After two days, the poor man was tired and hungry. He fell fast asleep. Then the hawk came down. It grabbed one chicken and pulled the others with it. The hawk flew to a tree and ate them all.\n\nThe farmer came home and saw what had happened. He got very angry and hit the boy hard. The boy had to stay in bed for many days. When he finally got up, the farmer said, \"You are too slow for me. I cannot use you as a shepherd. You must go run errands.\" So, he sent the boy to the judge. He had to carry a basket of sweet grapes and a letter. On the way, the boy was so hungry and thirsty that he ate two of the grapes. He gave the basket to the judge. The judge looked at the letter and counted the fruit. He said, \"Two are missing.\" The boy told the truth. He said, \"I ate them because I was so hungry.\n\nThe judge wrote a note to the farmer and asked for more grapes. The boy had to take the note and the fruit to him. He was very hungry and thirsty, so he could not stop himself. He ate two grapes. But first, he took the note out of the basket. He hid it under a big stone and sat on the stone so the note could not see what he did. The judge asked him why the grapes were missing. \"Oh,\" said the boy, \"how did you know? The note could not know, because I hid it under a stone before I ate them.\n\nThe judge smiled at the boy’s kindness and sent a letter to the man. He told him to take good care of the poor boy, make sure he had plenty to eat and drink, and teach him what was right and what was wrong.\n\n\"I will show you the difference,\" the hard man said. \"If you eat, you must work. And if you do anything wrong, you will learn a lesson.\"\n\nThe next day, the man gave the boy a big job. He had to chop two bundles of hay for the horses. Then, he looked at his watch.\n\n\"In five hours,\" he said, \"I will be back. If the hay is not chopped by then, I will give you a very hard lesson.\n\nThe farmer went to the fair with his wife and the helpers. He left the boy only a small piece of bread. The boy sat down and worked very hard. As he got warm, he took off his little coat and put it on the hay. He was in a hurry to finish. He cut so fast that he chopped his coat, too. He saw the mess and cried out. \"Oh no! It is ruined!\" he said. \"If the bad man comes back, he will be angry. He might hurt me. I cannot let that happen. I would rather be safe than sorry.\n\nThe boy had once heard the farmer's wife say, \"I have a pot with poison in it under my bed.\" But she only said that to keep away greedy people, because there was actually honey inside. The boy crept under the bed, brought out the pot, and ate all that was in it. \"I do not know,\" said he, \"folks say death is bitter, but it tastes very sweet to me.\" It is no wonder that the farmer's wife has so often longed for death. He sat down in a little chair, ready to close his eyes. But instead of feeling weak, he felt strong and happy from the sweet food. \"It cannot have been poison,\" thought he, \"but the farmer once said there was a small bottle of poison for flies in the closet where he keeps his clothes. That, no doubt, will be the true poison, and bring death to me.\n\nIt was not poison for flies, but just Hungarian wine. The boy took the bottle and drank it all. \"This sweet drink tastes good too,\" he said. But soon, the wine made his head feel heavy and sleepy. He thought his time had come. \"I must go to the churchyard,\" he said. \"I will find a grave.\" He walked slowly to the churchyard and lay down in a fresh hole in the ground. He felt very sleepy and lost his senses. Nearby, people were having a wedding party. When he heard the music, he thought he was in a happy place. Then, he fell into a deep sleep. The poor boy never woke up again. The warm wine and the cool night air took his life, and he stayed in the grave where he lay down.\n\nWhen the farmer heard the boy had passed away, he was so scared. He was afraid of getting in trouble. He felt so bad that he fell to the ground. His wife was standing near the warm fire. She ran to help him. But the hot fat spilled. The fire spread fast. Soon, the whole house was burning. In just a few hours, everything was just a pile of gray ash. From that day on, they lived a hard life. They were poor and sad. They felt very guilty for what they had done.",
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"Once there was a poor shepherd boy whose parents had passed away. A kind man took him in to live with his family and feed him. But the man and his wife were not kind. They were greedy and did not like sharing. They were always angry when the boy ate. No matter what he did, he got very little food and many mean blows.\n\nOne day, he had to watch a hen and her chicks. The hen ran away through a hedge with her babies. Suddenly, a hawk swooped down from the sky and grabbed the hen. The boy cried out, \"Thief! Thief! Rascal!\" But the hawk did not care. It flew away with the hen and never came back.",
"The man heard the noise and ran to the spot. When he saw his hen was gone, he got very angry. He gave the boy a hard beating, and the boy could not move for two whole days. Now the man had to look after the chickens without his hen. But it was hard work because the chickens ran all over the place. He thought he was being very smart when he tied them all together with a string. He thought this would stop the hawk from stealing them. But he was wrong. After two days, the poor man was tired and hungry. He fell fast asleep. Then the hawk came down. It grabbed one chicken and pulled the others with it. The hawk flew to a tree and ate them all.",
"The farmer came home and saw what had happened. He got very angry and hit the boy hard. The boy had to stay in bed for many days. When he finally got up, the farmer said, \"You are too slow for me. I cannot use you as a shepherd. You must go run errands.\" So, he sent the boy to the judge. He had to carry a basket of sweet grapes and a letter. On the way, the boy was so hungry and thirsty that he ate two of the grapes. He gave the basket to the judge. The judge looked at the letter and counted the fruit. He said, \"Two are missing.\" The boy told the truth. He said, \"I ate them because I was so hungry.",
"The judge wrote a note to the farmer and asked for more grapes. The boy had to take the note and the fruit to him. He was very hungry and thirsty, so he could not stop himself. He ate two grapes. But first, he took the note out of the basket. He hid it under a big stone and sat on the stone so the note could not see what he did. The judge asked him why the grapes were missing. \"Oh,\" said the boy, \"how did you know? The note could not know, because I hid it under a stone before I ate them.",
"The judge smiled at the boy’s kindness and sent a letter to the man. He told him to take good care of the poor boy, make sure he had plenty to eat and drink, and teach him what was right and what was wrong.\n\n\"I will show you the difference,\" the hard man said. \"If you eat, you must work. And if you do anything wrong, you will learn a lesson.\"\n\nThe next day, the man gave the boy a big job. He had to chop two bundles of hay for the horses. Then, he looked at his watch.\n\n\"In five hours,\" he said, \"I will be back. If the hay is not chopped by then, I will give you a very hard lesson.",
"The farmer went to the fair with his wife and the helpers. He left the boy only a small piece of bread. The boy sat down and worked very hard. As he got warm, he took off his little coat and put it on the hay. He was in a hurry to finish. He cut so fast that he chopped his coat, too. He saw the mess and cried out. \"Oh no! It is ruined!\" he said. \"If the bad man comes back, he will be angry. He might hurt me. I cannot let that happen. I would rather be safe than sorry.",
"The boy had once heard the farmer's wife say, \"I have a pot with poison in it under my bed.\" But she only said that to keep away greedy people, because there was actually honey inside. The boy crept under the bed, brought out the pot, and ate all that was in it. \"I do not know,\" said he, \"folks say death is bitter, but it tastes very sweet to me.\" It is no wonder that the farmer's wife has so often longed for death. He sat down in a little chair, ready to close his eyes. But instead of feeling weak, he felt strong and happy from the sweet food. \"It cannot have been poison,\" thought he, \"but the farmer once said there was a small bottle of poison for flies in the closet where he keeps his clothes. That, no doubt, will be the true poison, and bring death to me.",
"It was not poison for flies, but just Hungarian wine. The boy took the bottle and drank it all. \"This sweet drink tastes good too,\" he said. But soon, the wine made his head feel heavy and sleepy. He thought his time had come. \"I must go to the churchyard,\" he said. \"I will find a grave.\" He walked slowly to the churchyard and lay down in a fresh hole in the ground. He felt very sleepy and lost his senses. Nearby, people were having a wedding party. When he heard the music, he thought he was in a happy place. Then, he fell into a deep sleep. The poor boy never woke up again. The warm wine and the cool night air took his life, and he stayed in the grave where he lay down.",
"When the farmer heard the boy had passed away, he was so scared. He was afraid of getting in trouble. He felt so bad that he fell to the ground. His wife was standing near the warm fire. She ran to help him. But the hot fat spilled. The fire spread fast. Soon, the whole house was burning. In just a few hours, everything was just a pile of gray ash. From that day on, they lived a hard life. They were poor and sad. They felt very guilty for what they had done."
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