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    The Octopus and the Ax

    Once upon a time there was a poor man who lived near the see. In summer, he fished for a living. In winter, he cut woods to sell.
    One day, as he was working, his ax fell into the water. “Help!, cried the man. “ I have lost my ax!”
    To his surprise, an octopus came up. He was waving a gold ax in one of his long black arms.
    “Is this the ax you lost?” asked the octopus.
    “No” said the man. “My ax is made of wood.” The octopus went down again. This time he brought up a silver ax.
    “Is this the ax you lost?” asked the octopus.
    “No” said the man again. My ax is only wood.”
    Again the octopus went down. This time, he came up holding an ax of wood. “Is this the ax you lost?” Asked the octopus.
    “Yes! That is it! Cried the man. “How can I ever thank you? Your honesty is all the thanks I need. “Said the octopus. He gave the
    man the lost ax, and the golden and the silver ones, too.
    Then with a wave of his long, black arms, he went back to the bottom of the sea.

    The Octopus and the Ax


    Once upon a time there was a poor man who lived near the see. In summer, he fished for a living. In winter, he cut woods to sell.
    One day, as he was working, his ax fell into the water. “Help!, cried the man. “ I have lost my ax!”
    To his surprise, an octopus came up. He was waving a gold ax in one of his long black arms.
    “Is this the ax you lost?” asked the octopus.
    “No” said the man. “My ax is made of wood.” The octopus went down again. This time he brought up a silver ax.
    “Is this the ax you lost?” asked the octopus.
    “No” said the man again. My ax is only wood.”
    Again the octopus went down. This time, he came up holding an ax of wood. “Is this the ax you lost?” Asked the octopus.
    “Yes! That is it! Cried the man. “How can I ever thank you? Your honesty is all the thanks I need. “Said the octopus. He gave the
    man the lost ax, and the golden and the silver ones, too.
    Then with a wave of his long, black arms, he went back to the bottom of the sea.

    The Octopus and the Ax


    Once upon a time there was a poor man who lived near the see. In summer, he fished for a living. In winter, he cut woods to sell.
    One day, as he was working, his ax fell into the water. “Help!, cried the man. “ I have lost my ax!”
    To his surprise, an octopus came up. He was waving a gold ax in one of his long black arms.
    “Is this the ax you lost?” asked the octopus.
    “No” said the man. “My ax is made of wood.” The octopus went down again. This time he brought up a silver ax.
    “Is this the ax you lost?” asked the octopus.
    “No” said the man again. My ax is only wood.”
    Again the octopus went down. This time, he came up holding an ax of wood. “Is this the ax you lost?” Asked the octopus.
    “Yes! That is it! Cried the man. “How can I ever thank you? Your honesty is all the thanks I need. “Said the octopus. He gave the
    man the lost ax, and the golden and the silver ones, too.
    Then with a wave of his long, black arms, he went back to the bottom of the sea.

    The Octopus and the Ax


    Once upon a time there was a poor man who lived near the see. In summer, he fished for a living. In winter, he cut woods to sell.
    One day, as he was working, his ax fell into the water. “Help!, cried the man. “ I have lost my ax!”
    To his surprise, an octopus came up. He was waving a gold ax in one of his long black arms.
    “Is this the ax you lost?” asked the octopus.
    “No” said the man. “My ax is made of wood.” The octopus went down again. This time he brought up a silver ax.
    “Is this the ax you lost?” asked the octopus.
    “No” said the man again. My ax is only wood.”
    Again the octopus went down. This time, he came up holding an ax of wood. “Is this the ax you lost?” Asked the octopus.
    “Yes! That is it! Cried the man. “How can I ever thank you? Your honesty is all the thanks I need. “Said the octopus. He gave the
    man the lost ax, and the golden and the silver ones, too.
    Then with a wave of his long, black arms, he went back to the bottom of the sea.

    The Octopus and the Ax


    Once upon a time there was a poor man who lived near the see. In summer, he fished for a living. In winter, he cut woods to sell.
    One day, as he was working, his ax fell into the water. “Help!, cried the man. “ I have lost my ax!”
    To his surprise, an octopus came up. He was waving a gold ax in one of his long black arms.
    “Is this the ax you lost?” asked the octopus.
    “No” said the man. “My ax is made of wood.” The octopus went down again. This time he brought up a silver ax.
    “Is this the ax you lost?” asked the octopus.
    “No” said the man again. My ax is only wood.”
    Again the octopus went down. This time, he came up holding an ax of wood. “Is this the ax you lost?” Asked the octopus.
    “Yes! That is it! Cried the man. “How can I ever thank you? Your honesty is all the thanks I need. “Said the octopus. He gave the
    man the lost ax, and the golden and the silver ones, too.
    Then with a wave of his long, black arms, he went back to the bottom of the sea.

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