Thirteenth

A Lucky Hunter

There was once a hunter who, on the seventh birthday of his son, decided to go hunting to get something nice for the feast. But as he reached for the gun on the wall, it slipped from the pegs, hit the stone mortar below and alas, its barrel was bent like the letter L. “Father, that’s a bad sign,” cried the boy, “please don’t go hunting today.” “You are silly!” said the father. “That’s a good sign....

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