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The peasant, however, said, don't tell me that, and led the cow-herd before the mayor, who for his carelessness condemned him to give the peasant a cow for the calf which had run away. And now the little peasant and his wife had the cow for which they had so long wished, and they were heartily glad, but they had no food for it, and could give it nothing to eat, so it soon had to be killed. They salted the flesh, and the peasant went into the town and wanted to sell the skin there, so that he might buy a new calf with the proceeds. On the way he passed by a mill, and there sat a raven with broken wings, and out of pity he took him and wrapped him in the skin. But as the weather grew so bad and there was a storm of rain and wind, he could go no farther, and turned back to the mill and begged for shelter. The miller's wife was alone in the house, and said to the peasant, lay yourself on the straw there, and gave him a slice of bread and cheese. 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The miller was curious, and said, let him foretell something for once. Then the peasant pinched the raven's head, so that he croaked and made a noise like krr, krr. The miller said, what did he say. The peasant answered, in the first place, he says that there is some wine hidden under the pillow. Bless me, cried the miller, and went there and found the wine. Now go on, said he. The peasant made the raven croak again, and said, in the second place, he says that there is some roast meat in the tiled stove. Upon my word, cried the miller, and went thither, and found the roast meat. The peasant made the raven prophesy still more, and said, thirdly, he says that there is some salad on the bed. That would be a fine thing, cried the miller, and went there and found the salad. At last the peasant pinched the raven once more till he croaked, and said, fourthly, he says that there are some cakes under the bed. That would be a fine thing, cried the miller, and looked there, and found the cakes. And now the two sat down to the table together, but the miller's wife was frightened to death, and went to bed and took all the keys with her. The miller would have liked much to know the fifth, but the little peasant said, first, we will quickly eat the four things, for the fifth is something bad. So they ate, and after that they bargained how much the miller was to give for the fifth prophesy, until they agreed on three hundred talers. Then the peasant once more pinched the raven's head till he croaked loudly. The miller asked, what did he say. The peasant replied, he says that the devil is hiding outside there in the closet on the porch. The miller said, the devil must go out, and opened the house-door. Then the woman was forced to give up the keys, and the peasant unlocked the closet. The parson ran out as fast as he could, and the miller said, it was true. I saw the black rascal with my own eyes. The peasant, however, made off next morning by daybreak with the three hundred talers. At home the small peasant gradually launched out. He built a beautiful house, and the peasants said, the small peasant has certainly been to the place where golden snow falls, and people carry the gold home in shovels. Then the small peasant was brought before the mayor, and bidden to say from whence his wealth came. He answered, I sold my cow's skin in the town, for three hundred talers. When the peasants heard that, they too wished to enjoy this great profit, and ran home, killed all their cows, and stripped off their skins in order to sell them in the town to the greatest advantage. The mayor, however, said, but my servant must go first. When she came to the merchant in the town, he did not give her more than two talers for a skin, and when the others came, he did not give them so much, and said, what can I do with all these skins. Then the peasants were vexed that the small peasant should have thus outwitted them, wanted to take vengeance on him, and accused him of this treachery before the mayor. The innocent little peasant was unanimously sentenced to death, and was to be rolled into the water, in a barrel pierced full of holes. He was led forth, and a priest was brought who was to say a mass for his soul. The others were all obliged to retire to a distance, and when the peasant looked at the priest, he recognized the man who had been with the miller's wife. He said to him, I set you free from the closet, set me free from the barrel. At this same moment up came, with a flock of sheep, the very shepherd whom the peasant knew had long been wishing to be mayor, so he cried with all his might, no, I will not do it. If the whole world insists on it, I will not do it. The shepherd hearing that, came up to him, and asked, what are you about. What is it that you will not do. 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After that the peasants went home, and as they were entering the village, the small peasant also came quietly in, driving a flock of sheep and looking quite contented. Then the peasants were astonished, and said, peasant, from whence do you come. Have you come out of the water. Yes, truly, replied the peasant, I sank deep, deep down, until at last I got to the bottom. I pushed the bottom out of the barrel, and crept out, and there were pretty meadows on which a number of lambs were feeding, and from thence I brought this flock away with me. Said the peasants, are there any more. Oh, yes, said he, more than I could want. Then the peasants made up their minds that they too would fetch some sheep for themselves, a flock apiece, but the mayor said, I come first. So they went to the water together, and just then there were some of the small fleecy clouds in the blue sky, which are called little lambs, and they were reflected in the water, whereupon the peasants cried, we already see the sheep down below. The mayor pressed forward and said, I will go down first, and look about me, and if things promise well I'll call you. So he jumped in. Splash, went the water. It sounded as if he were calling them, and the whole crowd plunged in after him as one man. Then the entire village was dead, and the small peasant, as sole heir, became a rich man."
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The peasant, however, said, don't tell me that, and led the cow-herd before the mayor, who for his carelessness condemned him to give the peasant a cow for the calf which had run away. And now the little peasant and his wife had the cow for which they had so long wished, and they were heartily glad, but they had no food for it, and could give it nothing to eat, so it soon had to be killed. They salted the flesh, and the peasant went into the town and wanted to sell the skin there, so that he might buy a new calf with the proceeds. On the way he passed by a mill, and there sat a raven with broken wings, and out of pity he took him and wrapped him in the skin. But as the weather grew so bad and there was a storm of rain and wind, he could go no farther, and turned back to the mill and begged for shelter. The miller's wife was alone in the house, and said to the peasant, lay yourself on the straw there, and gave him a slice of bread and cheese. 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The little calf always remained standing like one which was eating, and the cow-herd said, it will soon run by itself, just look how it eats already. At night when he was going to drive the herd home again, he said to the calf, if you can stand there and eat your fill, you can also go on your four legs. I don't care to drag you home again in my arms. But the little peasant stood at his door, and waited for his little calf, and when the cow-herd drove the cows through the village, and the calf was missing, he inquired where it was. The cow-herd answered, it is still standing out there eating. It would not stop and come with us. But the little peasant said, oh, but I must have my beast back again. Then they went back to the meadow together, but someone had stolen the calf, and it was gone. The cow-herd said, it must have run away. The peasant, however, said, don't tell me that, and led the cow-herd before the mayor, who for his carelessness condemned him to give the peasant a cow for the calf which had run away. And now the little peasant and his wife had the cow for which they had so long wished, and they were heartily glad, but they had no food for it, and could give it nothing to eat, so it soon had to be killed. They salted the flesh, and the peasant went into the town and wanted to sell the skin there, so that he might buy a new calf with the proceeds. On the way he passed by a mill, and there sat a raven with broken wings, and out of pity he took him and wrapped him in the skin. But as the weather grew so bad and there was a storm of rain and wind, he could go no farther, and turned back to the mill and begged for shelter. The miller's wife was alone in the house, and said to the peasant, lay yourself on the straw there, and gave him a slice of bread and cheese. The peasant ate it, and lay down with his skin beside him, and the woman thought, he is tired and has gone to sleep. In the meantime came the parson. The miller's wife received him well, and said, my husband is out, so we will have a feast. The peasant listened, and when he heard them talk about feasting he was vexed that he had been forced to make shift with a slice of bread and cheese. Then the woman served up four different things, roast meat, salad, cakes, and wine. Just as they were about to sit down and eat, there was a knocking outside. The woman said, oh, heavens. It is my husband. She quickly hid the roast meat inside the tiled stove, the wine under the pillow, the salad on the bed, the cakes under it, and the parson in the closet on the porch. Then she opened the door for her husband, and said, thank heaven, you are back again. There is such a storm, it looks as if the world were coming to an end. The miller saw the peasant lying on the straw, and asked, what is that fellow doing there. Ah, said the wife, the poor knave came in the storm and rain, and begged for shelter, so I gave him a bit of bread and cheese, and showed him where the straw was. The man said, I have no objection, but be quick and get me something to eat. The woman said, but I have nothing but bread and cheese. I am contented with anything, replied the husband, so far as I am concerned, bread and cheese will do, and looked at the peasant and said, come and eat some more with me. The peasant did not require to be invited twice, but got up and ate. After this the miller saw the skin in which the raven was, lying on the ground, and asked, what have you there. The peasant answered, I have a soothsayer inside it. Can he foretell anything to me, said the miller. Why not, answered the peasant, but he only says four things, and the fifth he keeps to himself. The miller was curious, and said, let him foretell something for once. Then the peasant pinched the raven's head, so that he croaked and made a noise like krr, krr. The miller said, what did he say. The peasant answered, in the first place, he says that there is some wine hidden under the pillow. Bless me, cried the miller, and went there and found the wine. Now go on, said he. The peasant made the raven croak again, and said, in the second place, he says that there is some roast meat in the tiled stove. Upon my word, cried the miller, and went thither, and found the roast meat. The peasant made the raven prophesy still more, and said, thirdly, he says that there is some salad on the bed. That would be a fine thing, cried the miller, and went there and found the salad. At last the peasant pinched the raven once more till he croaked, and said, fourthly, he says that there are some cakes under the bed. That would be a fine thing, cried the miller, and looked there, and found the cakes. And now the two sat down to the table together, but the miller's wife was frightened to death, and went to bed and took all the keys with her. The miller would have liked much to know the fifth, but the little peasant said, first, we will quickly eat the four things, for the fifth is something bad. So they ate, and after that they bargained how much the miller was to give for the fifth prophesy, until they agreed on three hundred talers. Then the peasant once more pinched the raven's head till he croaked loudly. The miller asked, what did he say. The peasant replied, he says that the devil is hiding outside there in the closet on the porch. The miller said, the devil must go out, and opened the house-door. Then the woman was forced to give up the keys, and the peasant unlocked the closet. The parson ran out as fast as he could, and the miller said, it was true. I saw the black rascal with my own eyes. The peasant, however, made off next morning by daybreak with the three hundred talers. At home the small peasant gradually launched out. He built a beautiful house, and the peasants said, the small peasant has certainly been to the place where golden snow falls, and people carry the gold home in shovels. Then the small peasant was brought before the mayor, and bidden to say from whence his wealth came. He answered, I sold my cow's skin in the town, for three hundred talers. When the peasants heard that, they too wished to enjoy this great profit, and ran home, killed all their cows, and stripped off their skins in order to sell them in the town to the greatest advantage. The mayor, however, said, but my servant must go first. When she came to the merchant in the town, he did not give her more than two talers for a skin, and when the others came, he did not give them so much, and said, what can I do with all these skins. Then the peasants were vexed that the small peasant should have thus outwitted them, wanted to take vengeance on him, and accused him of this treachery before the mayor. The innocent little peasant was unanimously sentenced to death, and was to be rolled into the water, in a barrel pierced full of holes. He was led forth, and a priest was brought who was to say a mass for his soul. The others were all obliged to retire to a distance, and when the peasant looked at the priest, he recognized the man who had been with the miller's wife. He said to him, I set you free from the closet, set me free from the barrel. At this same moment up came, with a flock of sheep, the very shepherd whom the peasant knew had long been wishing to be mayor, so he cried with all his might, no, I will not do it. If the whole world insists on it, I will not do it. The shepherd hearing that, came up to him, and asked, what are you about. What is it that you will not do. The peasant said, they want to make me mayor, if I will but put myself in the barrel, but I will not do it. The shepherd said, if nothing more than that is needful in order to be mayor, I would get into the barrel at once. The peasant said, if you will get in, you will be mayor. The shepherd was willing, and got in, and the peasant shut the top down on him. Then he took the shepherd's flock for himself, and drove it away. The parson went to the crowd, and declared that the mass had been said. Then they came and rolled the barrel towards the water. When the barrel began to roll, the shepherd cried, I am quite willing to be mayor. They believed no otherwise than that it was the peasant who was saying this, and answered, that is what we intend, but first you shall look about you a little down below there, and they rolled the barrel down into the water. After that the peasants went home, and as they were entering the village, the small peasant also came quietly in, driving a flock of sheep and looking quite contented. Then the peasants were astonished, and said, peasant, from whence do you come. Have you come out of the water. Yes, truly, replied the peasant, I sank deep, deep down, until at last I got to the bottom. I pushed the bottom out of the barrel, and crept out, and there were pretty meadows on which a number of lambs were feeding, and from thence I brought this flock away with me. Said the peasants, are there any more. Oh, yes, said he, more than I could want. Then the peasants made up their minds that they too would fetch some sheep for themselves, a flock apiece, but the mayor said, I come first. So they went to the water together, and just then there were some of the small fleecy clouds in the blue sky, which are called little lambs, and they were reflected in the water, whereupon the peasants cried, we already see the sheep down below. The mayor pressed forward and said, I will go down first, and look about me, and if things promise well I'll call you. So he jumped in. Splash, went the water. It sounded as if he were calling them, and the whole crowd plunged in after him as one man. Then the entire village was dead, and the small peasant, as sole heir, became a rich man."
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"In a village where everyone was rich, there was only one poor man. He did not have a cow or any money, but he really wanted one. He told his wife, \"I have a good idea. Our friend the carpenter will make us a wooden calf. We will paint it brown so it looks real. Maybe it will grow big like a cow.\" The woman liked the idea. The carpenter made the calf and painted it brown. He made it look like it was eating grass.\n\nThe next morning, the little peasant called the cow-herd. \"Look,\" he said, \"I have a little calf here. It is small and needs to be carried.\" The cow-herd agreed and carried the calf to the green grass. The calf stood still like it was eating. The cow-herd said, \"It will run by itself soon. Look how it eats!\"\n\nAt night, the cow-herd wanted to go home. He said to the calf, \"If you can stand there and eat, you can walk on your four legs. I do not want to carry you.\" But the little peasant waited at his door. When the herd drove the cows through the village, the calf was missing. The cow-herd said, \"It is still standing out there eating. It will not come with us.\" The little peasant said, \"I must have my beast back.\" They went back to the meadow, but the calf was gone. Someone had stolen it.\n\nThe cow-herd said, \"It must have run away.\" The little peasant said, \"No, I do not believe that.\" He took the cow-herd to the mayor. The mayor said the cow-herd was careless. He made him give the little peasant a real cow for the calf that ran away. Now the little peasant and his wife had the cow they wanted. They were so happy, but they had no food for it. Soon, they had to kill the cow. They salted the meat and the little peasant took the skin to the town to sell it.\n\nOn the way, he saw a raven with a broken wing. He felt sorry for the bird and wrapped it in the skin. A storm came, so he went back to the mill for shelter. The miller's wife was alone. She gave him bread and cheese and let him sleep on the straw. Later, the miller came home. He saw the skin and asked what was inside. The little peasant said, \"It is a soothsayer. It can tell the future.\" The miller wanted to know what it would say.\n\nThe little peasant pinched the raven, and it made a noise. \"First,\" said the peasant, \"it says there is wine under the pillow.\" The miller found the wine. \"Now go on,\" he said. The peasant pinched the raven again. \"Second, it says there is roast meat in the stove.\" The miller found the meat. \"Third, it says there is salad on the bed.\" The miller found the salad. \"Fourth, it says there are cakes under the bed.\" The miller found the cakes. The miller wanted to know the fifth thing. The little peasant said, \"We will eat the good food first. The fifth thing is something bad.\"\n\nThey ate the food and agreed on three hundred talers for the fifth secret. The little peasant pinched the raven again. \"It says the devil is hiding in the closet,\" he said. The miller opened the door, and the parson ran out. The miller said, \"It is true! I saw the black rascal.\" The little peasant took the money and left.\n\nAt home, the little peasant built a big house. The other peasants were jealous. They asked how he got rich. He said, \"I sold my cow's skin for three hundred talers.\" The peasants ran home and killed their cows to sell the skins too. The mayor said, \"My servant must go first.\" The merchant gave her only two talers. The peasants were angry. They accused the little peasant of tricking them. The mayor sentenced him to death. He was to be rolled into a barrel with holes.\n\nThe priest came to say a mass. The little peasant looked at him and smiled. \"I set you free from the closet,\" he said. \"Now set me free from this barrel.\" Just then, the shepherd who wanted to be mayor came with his sheep. The little peasant cried, \"No! I will not be mayor. I will not get in the barrel.\" The shepherd said, \"If that is all it takes, I will do it.\" The little peasant shut the top of the barrel on the shepherd. He took the sheep and drove them away.\n\nThe peasants rolled the barrel toward the water. The shepherd cried, \"I am willing to be mayor!\" They thought it was the little peasant speaking. They rolled the barrel into the water. The peasants went home, but the little peasant came back quietly. He was driving a flock of sheep and looked very happy. The peasants asked, \"From where did you come? Did you come out of the water?\" The little peasant smiled. \"Yes, I sank deep down. I pushed the bottom out of the barrel and crept out. There were pretty meadows with lambs feeding. I brought this flock away with me.\"\n\nThe peasants wanted to get sheep too. The mayor said, \"I will go first.\" They looked at the water. They saw little clouds that looked like sheep. The mayor jumped in. Splash! He called for them to follow. The whole crowd jumped in after him. The entire village was gone, and the little peasant became a rich man."
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"child_friendly_text": "In a village where everyone was rich, there was only one poor man. He did not have a cow or any money, but he really wanted one. He told his wife, \"I have a good idea. Our friend the carpenter will make us a wooden calf. We will paint it brown so it looks real. Maybe it will grow big like a cow.\" The woman liked the idea. The carpenter made the calf and painted it brown. He made it look like it was eating grass.\n\nThe next morning, the little peasant called the cow-herd. \"Look,\" he said, \"I have a little calf here. It is small and needs to be carried.\" The cow-herd agreed and carried the calf to the green grass. The calf stood still like it was eating. The cow-herd said, \"It will run by itself soon. Look how it eats!\"\n\nAt night, the cow-herd wanted to go home. He said to the calf, \"If you can stand there and eat, you can walk on your four legs. I do not want to carry you.\" But the little peasant waited at his door. When the herd drove the cows through the village, the calf was missing. The cow-herd said, \"It is still standing out there eating. It will not come with us.\" The little peasant said, \"I must have my beast back.\" They went back to the meadow, but the calf was gone. Someone had stolen it.\n\nThe cow-herd said, \"It must have run away.\" The little peasant said, \"No, I do not believe that.\" He took the cow-herd to the mayor. The mayor said the cow-herd was careless. He made him give the little peasant a real cow for the calf that ran away. Now the little peasant and his wife had the cow they wanted. They were so happy, but they had no food for it. Soon, they had to kill the cow. They salted the meat and the little peasant took the skin to the town to sell it.\n\nOn the way, he saw a raven with a broken wing. He felt sorry for the bird and wrapped it in the skin. A storm came, so he went back to the mill for shelter. The miller's wife was alone. She gave him bread and cheese and let him sleep on the straw. Later, the miller came home. He saw the skin and asked what was inside. The little peasant said, \"It is a soothsayer. It can tell the future.\" The miller wanted to know what it would say.\n\nThe little peasant pinched the raven, and it made a noise. \"First,\" said the peasant, \"it says there is wine under the pillow.\" The miller found the wine. \"Now go on,\" he said. The peasant pinched the raven again. \"Second, it says there is roast meat in the stove.\" The miller found the meat. \"Third, it says there is salad on the bed.\" The miller found the salad. \"Fourth, it says there are cakes under the bed.\" The miller found the cakes. The miller wanted to know the fifth thing. The little peasant said, \"We will eat the good food first. The fifth thing is something bad.\"\n\nThey ate the food and agreed on three hundred talers for the fifth secret. The little peasant pinched the raven again. \"It says the devil is hiding in the closet,\" he said. The miller opened the door, and the parson ran out. The miller said, \"It is true! I saw the black rascal.\" The little peasant took the money and left.\n\nAt home, the little peasant built a big house. The other peasants were jealous. They asked how he got rich. He said, \"I sold my cow's skin for three hundred talers.\" The peasants ran home and killed their cows to sell the skins too. The mayor said, \"My servant must go first.\" The merchant gave her only two talers. The peasants were angry. They accused the little peasant of tricking them. The mayor sentenced him to death. He was to be rolled into a barrel with holes.\n\nThe priest came to say a mass. The little peasant looked at him and smiled. \"I set you free from the closet,\" he said. \"Now set me free from this barrel.\" Just then, the shepherd who wanted to be mayor came with his sheep. The little peasant cried, \"No! I will not be mayor. I will not get in the barrel.\" The shepherd said, \"If that is all it takes, I will do it.\" The little peasant shut the top of the barrel on the shepherd. He took the sheep and drove them away.\n\nThe peasants rolled the barrel toward the water. The shepherd cried, \"I am willing to be mayor!\" They thought it was the little peasant speaking. They rolled the barrel into the water. The peasants went home, but the little peasant came back quietly. He was driving a flock of sheep and looked very happy. The peasants asked, \"From where did you come? Did you come out of the water?\" The little peasant smiled. \"Yes, I sank deep down. I pushed the bottom out of the barrel and crept out. There were pretty meadows with lambs feeding. I brought this flock away with me.\"\n\nThe peasants wanted to get sheep too. The mayor said, \"I will go first.\" They looked at the water. They saw little clouds that looked like sheep. The mayor jumped in. Splash! He called for them to follow. The whole crowd jumped in after him. The entire village was gone, and the little peasant became a rich man.",
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"In a village where everyone was rich, there was only one poor man. He did not have a cow or any money, but he really wanted one. He told his wife, \"I have a good idea. Our friend the carpenter will make us a wooden calf. We will paint it brown so it looks real. Maybe it will grow big like a cow.\" The woman liked the idea. The carpenter made the calf and painted it brown. He made it look like it was eating grass. The next morning, the little peasant called the cow-herd. \"Look,\" he said, \"I have a little calf here. It is small and needs to be carried.\" The cow-herd agreed and carried the calf to the green grass. The calf stood still like it was eating. The cow-herd said, \"It will run by itself soon. Look how it eats!\" At night, the cow-herd wanted to go home.",
"He said to the calf, \"If you can stand there and eat, you can walk on your four legs. I do not want to carry you.\" But the little peasant waited at his door. When the herd drove the cows through the village, the calf was missing. The cow-herd said, \"It is still standing out there eating. It will not come with us.\" The little peasant said, \"I must have my beast back.\" They went back to the meadow, but the calf was gone. Someone had stolen it. The cow-herd said, \"It must have run away.\" The little peasant said, \"No, I do not believe that.\" He took the cow-herd to the mayor. The mayor said the cow-herd was careless. He made him give the little peasant a real cow for the calf that ran away. Now the little peasant and his wife had the cow they wanted.",
"They were so happy, but they had no food for it. Soon, they had to kill the cow. They salted the meat and the little peasant took the skin to the town to sell it. On the way, he saw a raven with a broken wing. He felt sorry for the bird and wrapped it in the skin. A storm came, so he went back to the mill for shelter. The miller's wife was alone. She gave him bread and cheese and let him sleep on the straw. Later, the miller came home. He saw the skin and asked what was inside. The little peasant said, \"It is a soothsayer. It can tell the future.\" The miller wanted to know what it would say. The little peasant pinched the raven, and it made a noise. \"First,\" said the peasant, \"it says there is wine under the pillow.\" The miller found the wine. \"Now go on,\" he said.",
"The peasant pinched the raven again. \"Second, it says there is roast meat in the stove.\" The miller found the meat. \"Third, it says there is salad on the bed.\" The miller found the salad. \"Fourth, it says there are cakes under the bed.\" The miller found the cakes. The miller wanted to know the fifth thing. The little peasant said, \"We will eat the good food first. The fifth thing is something bad.\" They ate the food and agreed on three hundred talers for the fifth secret. The little peasant pinched the raven again. \"It says the devil is hiding in the closet,\" he said. The miller opened the door, and the parson ran out. The miller said, \"It is true! I saw the black rascal.\" The little peasant took the money and left. At home, the little peasant built a big house.",
"The other peasants were jealous. They asked how he got rich. He said, \"I sold my cow's skin for three hundred talers.\" The peasants ran home and killed their cows to sell the skins too. The mayor said, \"My servant must go first.\" The merchant gave her only two talers. The peasants were angry. They accused the little peasant of tricking them. The mayor sentenced him to death. He was to be rolled into a barrel with holes. The priest came to say a mass. The little peasant looked at him and smiled. \"I set you free from the closet,\" he said. \"Now set me free from this barrel.\" Just then, the shepherd who wanted to be mayor came with his sheep. The little peasant cried, \"No! I will not be mayor. I will not get in the barrel.\" The shepherd said, \"If that is all it takes, I will do it.\"",
"The little peasant shut the top of the barrel on the shepherd. He took the sheep and drove them away. The peasants rolled the barrel toward the water. The shepherd cried, \"I am willing to be mayor!\" They thought it was the little peasant speaking. They rolled the barrel into the water. The peasants went home, but the little peasant came back quietly. He was driving a flock of sheep and looked very happy. The peasants asked, \"From where did you come? Did you come out of the water?\" The little peasant smiled. \"Yes, I sank deep down. I pushed the bottom out of the barrel and crept out. There were pretty meadows with lambs feeding. I brought this flock away with me.\" The peasants wanted to get sheep too. The mayor said, \"I will go first.\" They looked at the water.",
"They saw little clouds that looked like sheep. The mayor jumped in. Splash! He called for them to follow. The whole crowd jumped in after him. The entire village was gone, and the little peasant became a rich man."
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