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Aniz the Shepherd Once upon a time a landlord hired a shepherd boy whose name was Aniz. He was very well liked. What people liked most of all was to listen to him playing the flute. His flute looked very simple, no more than a length of bamboo; but in his hands it became a wonderful instrument. Whenever they were free, people would sit around Aniz and entertain themselves by listening to him play. The landlord was heartily sick of both the boy and his flute. He was constantly finding fault with him and scolding him, You little wretch! Do I pay you to sit there playing the flute? In point of fact, Aniz flute playing did not interfere with his work in the slightest. One day the landlord found some slight pretext to give Aniz a terrible beating. That was not enough; he was not content until he had driven him out and trampled his flute into little pieces. Good! I should like to see you play the flute now! Poor Aniz left the landlords house and, with tears trickling down his face, wandered through the streets. He chanced to meet an old man. Hello! Whats the trouble, young fellow? Who are your parents? Why are you out here all on your own, crying? the old man asked, stroking Anizs head. Grandpa! I am a shepherd. My name is Aniz. The landlord beat me, drove me out and trampled my lovely flute to pieces... Aniz began crying again. Dont cry, Aniz, said the old man kindly. Come along and stay with me! I shall show you a way to avenge yourself. He took Aniz to his home. There he used a length of bamboo to make him a new flute which was much better than his old one. He taught him how to play it, and after his lessons with the old man, Aniz could play more beautifully than ever. This time it was not just people who enjoyed his playing; even the various animals in the forest came and sat round him, listening to him quietly and never wanting to leave. As time passed, Aniz and the animals became close friends. | 
