There was once a man who traveling. He came, at last, to a beautiful. Big farm. It had a manor house so fine that it could easily have been a small castle. "This will be a good place to rest,» he a dit to himself as he went trough the gate. An old man, with gray hair and beard, was chopping wood nearby. "Good evening, father" a dit the traveler. "Can toi put me up for the night? " I'm not the father of the house," a dit the old one. "Go into the cuisine and talk to my father". The traveler went into the kitchen. There he found a man who was even older, down on his knees in front of the hearth,...
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