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-Why don’t you ask her yourself?
And so he turned to the girl:
- Hey, grandma!Tell me, how old are you?
- I am one-hundred-and-fifteen.
And the King’s son exclaimed:
- Wow! You’re not kidding me, are you? And
where do you come from?
And the old hag replied:
- I come from where I come from.
- And who are your parents?
- Don’t be silly! My mummy and daddy of
course.
- And what about your trade then, what is your
job?
-Why, I walk about!
The King’s son, hearing all those mad answers,
was rolling around on the floor laughing. He
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