The Golden Tree - | Page 14

And again a weak voice was heard:
“Hello son can you spare only two
small pieces for me I need it to
kindle the fire during this cold
night. I am too old to cut a tree”
The middle child looked at the old
man and told him in an offensive
tone: “GO and cut your own tree I
will not give anyone a single piece
of my tree”
The old man looked sadly to the
boy and left slowly disappearing
between the woods.
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