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A boy was hunting for locusts.
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| Here, locust, locust, locust! | |
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He had caught a goodly number, when he saw a Scorpion, and mistaking him for a locust, reached out his hand to take him.
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| C'mere little locusts! Hey, there's another one! | |
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| (I know, I know! I'm not a scorpion! Just play along, okay?) | |
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The Scorpion, showing his sting, said: "If you had but touched me, my friend, you would have lost me, and all your locusts too!"
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| If you had but touched me, my friend, you would have lost me, and all your locusts too! | |
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| I'm sorry; I still don't get it. Could we start again at the top? | |
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