Lucky brid

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 Long time ago, there once a woodcutter who was very gentle and kind. Every day there was a wicked man who was spying on him. One day there was a bird who wasn't looking and crashed in the tree, Luckily the woodcutter caught him just in time. The woodcutter took care of the bird for eight weeks. When the bird got better he said, "Thank you for helping me and for that I will give you an award." So the bird got to his nest and gave the woodcutter a seed. The woodcutter planted the seed and out came pumpkins. The woodcutter cut it and out came gold! So the woodcutter gave all the gold to charity. The wicked man who saw all this got a slingshot and shot the same bird and told him "I'll take care of you but you got to give me a me a bigger seed than the woodcutter's." The bird did as he was told and gave the wicked man the biggest seed. The wicked man planted the seed and out came a beanstalk. The wicked man was confused, but he thought the gold was on the top so he climbed the beanstalk to the top. When he got to the top he was right next to the moon. But he saw no gold so he thought it was on the moon so he jumped on the moon. The beanstalk shrunk so the wicked man was stuck on the moon. Legend says that you can hear the wicked man cry

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