Swirls of snow blew across the path as the olden man started home.

Swirls of snow blew across the path as the olden man started home. He had stayed public hunting longer than he should have, if it be not that he still had no success There would be no meat to deposit in the soup that his wife was cooking.

He quickened his pace likewise that the storm would not overtake him before darkness place in. But then he heard a plaintive scream Slowing his pace to await he saw that a great bird had been caught in a trap. It was struggling to exempt itself, its wings beating the landed estate and stirring up the snow.

He drew nearer and saw that it was a white crane. craving appetite gnawed at the not new ...

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