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A farmer had a faithful and diligent servant, who had worked hard for him three years, without having been paid any wages.
When I look back, I realize what a peculiar friendship it was.
Once in summer-time the bear and the wolf were walking in the forest, and the bear heard a bird singing so beautifully that he said: ‘Brother wolf, what bird is it that sings so well?’ ‘That is the King of birds,’ said the wolf, ‘before whom we must bow down.’ In reality the bird was the willow-wren.
There was once an old castle, that stood in the middle of a deep gloomy wood, and in the castle lived an old fairy.
We were speaking of sequestration, alluding to a recent lawsuit.
There was once a man called Frederick: he had a wife whose name was Catherine, and they had not long been married.
There was once upon a time a woman who was a real witch and had two daughters, one ugly and wicked, and this one she loved because she was her own daughter, and one beautiful and good, and this one she hated, because she was her stepdaughter.
One summer’s morning a little tailor was sitting on his table by the window; he was in good spirits, and sewed with all his might.
“Poirot,” I said, “a change of air would do you good.” “You think so, mon ami?” “I am sure of it.” “Eh—eh?” said my friend, smiling.
Long, long ago, some two thousand years or so, there lived a rich man with a good and beautiful wife.