. It was such a hugewart that it looked like a peach grow-ing there. It hurt every time he atehis rice or drank his tea, but he nevercomplained. One day he was up in thelountains, cutting wood,when a dreadful stormarose. The pine trees,that usually murmuredoft and whisperingsong, now shriekedand… … 3T and as he listened to the wind, and breathedthe fresh damp odor of the rain, he was gladhe was there. The great pines, hundreds ofyears old, were bent and twisted about likegrass.
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