The Golden Tree - | Page 9

When he decided to begin
chopping the tree he heard a weak
sound coming from the other side
of the tree, he turned around it
and saw a very old thin short man
sitting there and repeating the
same phrase:
“Can you please son bring me
some water from the near
fountain. I am too weak to go
there”

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