CERTAIN king had a beautiful garden which con-

tained a number of very rare trees, but the most rare
of all was an apple tree. It stood in the middle of the
garden, and produced one golden apple every day. In the
morning the blossom unfolded, during the day you might
watch the fruit grow, and before nightfall the apple was fully
ripe. The next day the same thing occurred—indeed, it

happened regularly every twenty-four hours. Nevertheless,
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