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#1 2011-03-06 23:33:21

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The Weaver that Wove the Golden Thread - A Painfully Rhymed Story

I had to write this for school. If something sounds weird, it's likely because they have all sorts of annoying stuff I'm supposed to include in my stories. Anyways, this is somewhat based on the Goose that Layed the Golden Eggs:
    Once upon a time in a faraway land, lived a king with great riches, stretching right down to his hand. The king, quite greedily, wanted more and more, and couldn’t sit down for his pacing the floor. Then one day, came a knock on the door, “I’ll get it,” shouted his servants four. “I can weave golden thread,” said the stranger to they, “Believe me, I do it every day!” The king told the stranger, “I’ll give you room and board, but you must spin a golden thread, as long as a sword. And make haste,” added the king, “For I grow bored.”
    “I’ll do it!” said the stranger, unknowing of the danger, and started right away, preparing the exchanger. Spin, and spin, did the stranger do, as the string accrued, accrued, and accrued. Suddenly, the string came away, and the stranger sang out, “hooray, hooray!” The stranger had done it, and obviously won it. The king gave him room and board for the day.
    On the very next morrow, the king with no sorrow, asked the stranger to weave him some more fine thread. “I’d rather be dead,” said the stranger to his head. The king, taken quite aback, sentenced the stranger to his dungeons, deep and black. “There you will weave me more of your thread, or you shall, very well, be quite dead!” And so the stranger spun and spun, and he truly was not having very much fun. The king overworked him, until it came so, that his weaving began to slow and slow. “Work harder! Work faster!” the king ordered him, but the stranger worked as hard as he could, growing quite slim. The stranger began uttering flim and flam, for as he worked harder, he grew crazy as a carder. Then finally one day, the stranger, who was so overworked, keeled right over, where death did lurk. Because the king learned his lesson at such a great cost, in greedy hands you can be sure, all will be lost.


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