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THE GOLDEN BIRD A certain king had a beautiful garden， and in the garden stood a tree which bore golden apples. These apples were always counted， and about the time when they began to grow ripe it was found that every night one of them was gone. The king became very angry at this， and ordered the gardener to keep watch all night under the tree. The gardener set his eldest son to watch; but about twelve oclock he fell asleep， and in the morning another of the apples was missing. Then the second son was ordered to watch; and at midnight he too fell asleep， and in the morning another apple was gone. Then the third son offered to keep watch; but the gardener at first would not let him， for fear some harm should come to him： however， at last he consented， and the young man laid himself under the tree to watch. As the clock struck twelve he heard a rustling noise in the air， and a bird came flying that was of pure gold; and as it was snapping at one of the apples with its beak， the gardeners son jumped up and shot an arrow at it. But the arrow did the bird no harm; only it dropped a golden feather from its tail， and then flew away. The golden feather was brought to the king in the morning， and all the council was called together. Everyone agreed that it was worth more than all the wealth of the kingdom： but the king said， One feather is of no use to me， I must have the whole bird. Then the gardeners eldest son set out and thought to find the golden bird very easily; and when he had gone but a little way， he came to a wood， and by the side of the wood he saw a fox sitting; so he took his bow and made ready to shoot at it. Then the fox said， Do not shoot me， for I will give you good counsel; I know what your business is， and that you want to find the golden bird. You will reach a village in the evening; and when you get there， you will see two inns opposite to each other， one of which is very pleasant and beautiful to look at： go not in there， but rest for the night in the other， though it may appear to you to be very poor and mean. But the son thought to himself， What can such a beast as this know about the matter? So he shot his arrow at the fox; but he missed it， and it set up its tail above its back and ran into the wood. Then he went his way， and in the evening came to the village where the two inns were; and in one of these were people singing， and dancing， and feasting; but the other looked very dirty， and poor. I should be very silly， said he， if I went to that shabby house， and left this charming place so he went into the smart house， and ate and drank at his ease， and forgot the bird， and his country too. | 
