The Old Man and Death
The
Old Man and Death
An old laborer, bent
double with age and toil, was gathering sticks in a forest. At last, he grew so
tired and hopeless that he threw down the bundle of sticks, and cried out. “I
cannot bear this life any longer. Ah, I wish Death would only come and take
me!” As he spoke, Death, a grisly skeleton, appeared and said to him.
“What just happened,
Mortal? I heard someone call me.” “Please, sir,” replied the woodcutter, “would
you kindly help me to lift this faggot of sticks on to my shoulder?” We would
often be sorry if our wishes were gratified.
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