George sharpened his scythe and blew it into the tall grass. But a powerful gust of wind blew the grass, and George froze his scythe in the air. A three-year-old girl was sleeping in the grass. George took her in his arms and headed for the nearby house.
Is this your baby?
No, my sister’s, replied the mistress, a widow with three children.
Time to time George brought the little girl candy and flowers for the mistress. A year later, a baby girl was born in that house. The baby from the grass was happy with her cousin.
Is this your baby?
No, my sister’s, replied the mistress, a widow with three children.
Time to time George brought the little girl candy and flowers for the mistress. A year later, a baby girl was born in that house. The baby from the grass was happy with her cousin.
