The Old Man and Death

The Old Man and Death Fable

An old labourer, bent double with age and toil, was gathering sticks in a forest.

At last he grew so tired and hopeless that he threw down the bundle of sticks, and cried out:

“I cannot bear this life any longer. Ah, I wish Death would only come and take me!”

As he spoke, Death, a grisly skeleton, appeared and said to him:

“What wouldst thou, Mortal? I heard thee call me.”

“Please, sir,” replied the woodcutter,

“Would you kindly help me to lift this faggot of sticks on to my shoulder?”

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