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"When God created the world and was about to fix the length of each creature's life, the ass came and asked, Lord, how long shall I live. Thirty years, replied God, does that content you. Ah, Lord, answered the ass, that is a long time. Think of my painful existence. To carry heavy burdens from morning to night, to drag sacks of corn to the mill that others may eat bread, to be cheered and refreshed with nothing but blows and kicks. Relieve me of a portion of this long time. Then God had pity on him and relieved him of eighteen years. The ass went away comforted, and the dog appeared. How long would you like to live, said God to him, thirty years are too many for the ass, but you will be satisfied with that. Lord, answered the dog, is that thy will. Consider how I shall have to run, my feet will never hold out so long, and when I have once lost my voice for barking, and my teeth for biting, what will be left for me to do but run from one corner to another and growl. God saw that he was right, and released him from twelve years of life. Then came the monkey. You will certainly live thirty years willingly, said the Lord to him, you have no need to work as the ass and the dog have to, and will always enjoy yourself. Ah, Lord, he answered, it may seem as if that were the case, but it is quite different. When it rains millet-porridge I have no spoon. I am always to play merry pranks, and make faces which force people to laugh, and if they give me an apple, and I bite into it, why, it is sour. How often sadness hides itself behind mirth. I shall never be able to hold out for thirty years. God was gracious and took off ten. At last man appeared, joyous, healthy and vigorous, and begged God to appoint his time for him. Thirty years shall you live, said the Lord. Is that enough for you. What a short time, cried man, when I have built my house and my fire burns on my own hearth, when I have planted trees which blossom and bear fruit, and am just intending to enjoy my life, I am to die. O Lord, lengthen my time. I will add to it the ass's eighteen years, said God. That is not enough, replied the man. You shall also have the dog's twelve years. Still too little. Well, then, said God, I will give you the monkey's ten years also, but more you shall not have. The man went away, but was not satisfied. So man lives seventy years. The first thirty are his human years, which are soon gone, then is he healthy, merry, works with pleasure, and is glad of his life. Then follow the ass's eighteen years, when one burden after another is laid on him, he has to carry the corn which feeds others, and blows and kicks are the reward of his faithful services. Then comes the dog's twelve years, when he lies in the corner, and growls and has no longer any teeth to bite with, and when this time is over the monkey's ten years form the end. Then man is weak-headed and foolish, does silly things, and becomes the jest of children."
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"When God made the world, He wanted to set a good time for everyone to live. The donkey came and asked, \"Lord, how long should I live?\" God said, \"Thirty years.\" The donkey sighed. \"That is a long time. Think of my hard life. I carry heavy things all day long. I pull sacks of corn to the mill so others can eat. But all I get are kicks and blows. Please take away some of those years.\" God felt kind and took away eighteen years for him. The donkey felt happy and left. Then the dog came. \"How long would you like to live?\" God asked. \"Thirty years is too much for the donkey, but it is fine for you.\" The dog said, \"Is that really what you want, Lord?",
"Think about how hard it will be to run. My feet will get tired very fast. And once I lose my bark and my teeth, what will I do? I will just run back and forth and growl. God saw that I was right. He let me go free after twelve years. Then the monkey came. You will live thirty years happily, said the Lord. You do not have to work like the donkey or the dog. You will just have fun. Oh, Lord, the monkey said. It might seem that way, but it is not true. When it rains, I have no spoon to eat with. I have to make silly faces to make people laugh. And if they give me an apple, it is always sour. How often sadness hides behind happy times.",
"I could not wait thirty whole years. God was kind and took ten years off. At last, a man appeared. He looked happy, strong, and full of life. He asked God to choose his time. \"You will live thirty years,\" said the Lord. \"Is that enough for you?\" \"What a short time!\" cried the man. \"I have built my house, and my fire is warm on my hearth. I have planted trees that give sweet fruit. I am just starting to enjoy my life, and now I must die. O Lord, please make my time longer.\" \"I will add the donkey's eighteen years,\" said God. \"That is still not enough,\" replied the man. \"You shall also have the dog's twelve years.\" \"Still too little.\" \"Well, then,\" said God, \"I will give you the monkey's ten years, too. But that is all you get.\" The man went away, but he was not happy. So, man lives seventy years.",
"The first thirty years are his human years. He is healthy and happy. He works with joy and loves his life. Then come eighteen years as a donkey. He carries heavy loads for others. He is tired and has to work hard. Then come twelve years as a dog. He sleeps in the corner and cannot bite anymore. Then come ten years as a monkey. Finally, man becomes old and silly. He does funny things and becomes the joke of the children."
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"child_friendly_text": "When God made the world, He wanted to set a good time for everyone to live. The donkey came and asked, \"Lord, how long should I live?\" God said, \"Thirty years.\" The donkey sighed. \"That is a long time. Think of my hard life. I carry heavy things all day long. I pull sacks of corn to the mill so others can eat. But all I get are kicks and blows. Please take away some of those years.\" God felt kind and took away eighteen years for him. The donkey felt happy and left. Then the dog came. \"How long would you like to live?\" God asked. \"Thirty years is too much for the donkey, but it is fine for you.\" The dog said, \"Is that really what you want, Lord?\n\nThink about how hard it will be to run. My feet will get tired very fast. And once I lose my bark and my teeth, what will I do? I will just run back and forth and growl. God saw that I was right. He let me go free after twelve years. Then the monkey came. You will live thirty years happily, said the Lord. You do not have to work like the donkey or the dog. You will just have fun. Oh, Lord, the monkey said. It might seem that way, but it is not true. When it rains, I have no spoon to eat with. I have to make silly faces to make people laugh. And if they give me an apple, it is always sour. How often sadness hides behind happy times.\n\nI could not wait thirty whole years. God was kind and took ten years off. At last, a man appeared. He looked happy, strong, and full of life. He asked God to choose his time. \"You will live thirty years,\" said the Lord. \"Is that enough for you?\" \"What a short time!\" cried the man. \"I have built my house, and my fire is warm on my hearth. I have planted trees that give sweet fruit. I am just starting to enjoy my life, and now I must die. O Lord, please make my time longer.\" \"I will add the donkey's eighteen years,\" said God. \"That is still not enough,\" replied the man. \"You shall also have the dog's twelve years.\" \"Still too little.\" \"Well, then,\" said God, \"I will give you the monkey's ten years, too. But that is all you get.\" The man went away, but he was not happy. So, man lives seventy years.\n\nThe first thirty years are his human years. He is healthy and happy. He works with joy and loves his life. Then come eighteen years as a donkey. He carries heavy loads for others. He is tired and has to work hard. Then come twelve years as a dog. He sleeps in the corner and cannot bite anymore. Then come ten years as a monkey. Finally, man becomes old and silly. He does funny things and becomes the joke of the children.",
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"When God made the world, He wanted to set a good time for everyone to live. The donkey came and asked, \"Lord, how long should I live?\" God said, \"Thirty years.\" The donkey sighed. \"That is a long time. Think of my hard life. I carry heavy things all day long. I pull sacks of corn to the mill so others can eat. But all I get are kicks and blows. Please take away some of those years.\" God felt kind and took away eighteen years for him. The donkey felt happy and left. Then the dog came. \"How long would you like to live?\" God asked. \"Thirty years is too much for the donkey, but it is fine for you.\" The dog said, \"Is that really what you want, Lord?",
"Think about how hard it will be to run. My feet will get tired very fast. And once I lose my bark and my teeth, what will I do? I will just run back and forth and growl. God saw that I was right. He let me go free after twelve years. Then the monkey came. You will live thirty years happily, said the Lord. You do not have to work like the donkey or the dog. You will just have fun. Oh, Lord, the monkey said. It might seem that way, but it is not true. When it rains, I have no spoon to eat with. I have to make silly faces to make people laugh. And if they give me an apple, it is always sour. How often sadness hides behind happy times.",
"I could not wait thirty whole years. God was kind and took ten years off. At last, a man appeared. He looked happy, strong, and full of life. He asked God to choose his time. \"You will live thirty years,\" said the Lord. \"Is that enough for you?\" \"What a short time!\" cried the man. \"I have built my house, and my fire is warm on my hearth. I have planted trees that give sweet fruit. I am just starting to enjoy my life, and now I must die. O Lord, please make my time longer.\" \"I will add the donkey's eighteen years,\" said God. \"That is still not enough,\" replied the man. \"You shall also have the dog's twelve years.\" \"Still too little.\" \"Well, then,\" said God, \"I will give you the monkey's ten years, too. But that is all you get.\" The man went away, but he was not happy.",
"So, man lives seventy years.",
"The first thirty years are his human years. He is healthy and happy. He works with joy and loves his life. Then come eighteen years as a donkey. He carries heavy loads for others. He is tired and has to work hard. Then come twelve years as a dog. He sleeps in the corner and cannot bite anymore. Then come ten years as a monkey. Finally, man becomes old and silly. He does funny things and becomes the joke of the children."
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