An Antidote
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A YOUNG Ostrich came to its Mother, groaning with pain and with its wings tightly crossed upon its stomach. "What have you been eating?" the Mother asked, with solicitude. "Nothing but a keg of Nails," was the reply. "What!" exclaimed the Mother; "a whole keg of Nails, at your age! Why, you will kill yourself that way. Go quickly, my child, and swallow a claw-hammer." |
