A Story 28th March 1938 One evening a simple looking lad stood looking at a blacksmith. After a while the blacksmith got tierd of him. He had a piece of red hot iron and of one sudden he held it out to the lad, and told him to lick it. The lad said if you will me sixpence i'll lick it. The (simple) smith got the money and held it out. The simple
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