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Once upon a time, a family had no rich relatives to help them in their old age. However the mother of the family was very clever. She was clever enough to sell some of the shoe's contents in the neighboring towns to earn a living. The family lived in the right heel of the shoe. Their little income could rarely buy enough to eat. Life was almost unbearable.

One day, the old mother died alone in the heel of the shoe. She was very old and couldn't reach the flap-door. Her children sat helplessly around her as she slowly passed away. There was nothing to help them except their mother's wisdom and good heart.

The eldest son was a nice and polite farmer. He was well-known in the neighborhood. He was an obedient and wise man. However, since he was so kind and obedient, he was lazy and so he also did not really try to earn more income.

The second son was a stony man. He was rather slow-witted. He was not good at many physical activities. Therefore, he was always lazy.

The third son was a coward. He was always running away from both the angry husband and from the tough neighbor. He was a coward. He was always afraid of a hard life. He preferred to hide and stay at the corner of the shoe instead of trying to earn more income.

So, all their blessings were in the old mother. No one wanted to earn more to give to the old mother. Therefore, they couldn't have enough food to last them through the winter. Since all the family members were not getting enough proper nutrition, they collapsed soon after winter came again and freeze.

After the old mother's death, the eldest son still moved his old, beaten-up shoes. He stood in the doorway to the shoe until spring came. There was no little money in the shoes to buy food. Finally, the fierce winter came again to swallow their shoe. The eldest son shook so hard until the door broke. He stood in the front door.

It was very windy that day. The winds were at their strongest in the town. The wind blew from the west. The winds blew from the sea. The winds were very strong. The winds finally took the eldest son's life away.

However, the youngest son did not want to lose his life. He didn't want to die. He was just afraid for his life and thought that dying was hard. He gathered all the little belongings in the shoe to the heel. The shoe was empty, except for the eldest brother. The eldest brother was dead.

There was no hope left. The youngest son thought that the eldest brother's death was the most painful and dreadful thing. So, he did not try fighting the wind. However, the last straw told the eldest brother's son too. Therefore, he cried one last time for his old father and all of his family. He cried for a very long time. During the time, he tanned old leather, then made it into shoes. He wrapped the shoes in the old cloth, which was all left in the old shoe from the plastic. One day, he ran out of the town. He had no more worries of the strong, mighty wind.

The old man and his children began their journey toward the west. They were very weary. Therefore, it was a great long distance to go. The poor old man and his children walked steadily and slowly.

The old man soon could not bear the hungry pains in his stomach. All his sons were dead. To forget about pain, for the old man, he had to do something. Therefore, he transformed some of the hide into food or drinks. The old man ran back and forth, awkwardly, as a chicken as he had to carry all the food and equipment in his old body together with the firewood. At the end of the day, he had a big, big load on his back. He wasn't able to carry on much time. Therefore, he stopped and sat in the middle of the road.

When he got up, the old man and his children had to start again. The old man was weak and tired. However, the old man's life was always about moving forward. Therefore, he wouldn't stop moving now.

He soon realized that he was a little slower than his old brothers. Therefore, he was very concerned.

As he walked, he thought of his dead brothers. His body was old. He was certain that he couldn't go much further than this. He wanted to remember his brothers, move and continue walking. However, his old feet were badly hurt, even worse than the skin. It was impossible to walk. So, he sat. There was nothing to think about except for the food.

One night, the old man could not sleep. He was too weak to sleep. Most of all, he felt very hungry. He thought that he couldn't believe that so many years have passed since his death. Since his death, he was reborn and was still alive. He was wondering which era it is the time spent so far.

He was old. He was praying. He asked God, "Please help me. I miss my old brothers. It is really really hard. I am very tired. Please make this old body strong. Please make me strong enough to walk again. I can't walk. Please make me strong enough to walk again. I don't want to stay here. I won't be happy there. My life is better than staying alive. I want to walk."

Then, the wind blew hard on the road. The old man and his children were stranded. The old man was very excited. Finally, he thought that he would be walking again. However, at the road, the old man could not move out of the wind. He was forced to be trapped by the strong wind and ice. The old man was trapped. He was tied up in the middle of the road. There was no way to move. There was no way to escape from the young men. It was too late for him to stop. He had to move forward and live long enough for the bad son to eat his heart.

The old man sat in the middle of the road. He had to make a hard decision. There were two choices: He could either face the enemy or he could escape the enemy. He was afraid of the young people. If he ran away, he couldn't reach his destination. If he faced the enemy, he wasn't sure what would happen if he lost the battle. But, if he survived, he would live again. He had to decide.

He was very hungry. He was very weak. He was very sore. He had to move. He had to get away. He had to fight the enemy. He was afraid of the enemy. He couldn't refuse anything. Therefore, he was ready to fight.

Part of the wind whistled and blew out again. The wind blew outward. There was no way to run. He had to fight the enemy. The old man sat in his own shadow.

The old man was amazed. The wind was so strong. It was really really strong, stronger than before. Much stronger. It was powerful. The wind was powerful. All the winds were very powerful. The wind was so powerful.

The old man saw the big tree from his back. He realized that if he faced the enemy and lost the battle, he would be chopped into pieces by the tree like a chicken. But if he was strong enough, he would directly turn into a tree. It was a nice idea. Therefore, he got up and faced the enemy with great strength and courage.

The old man marched to the tree. The tree looked down at the man. It was a very tall and wide tree. Even the shadow from its branches was more tall than the old man. All the crops, green leaves were still everywhere. The old man was feeling a bit scared. He cheered up his old friends. He was ready to fight. He was ready to defeat the enemy. He felt strong enough to defeat the enemy so he didn't hesitate anymore.

Nevertheless, he had to move forward with all his heart. He could face the enemy directly. He could overcome the enemy without any hesitation. He was staring at the enemy.

The old man was standing in front of the tree. He was trying to be bolder. He was trying to think of something to say. He had to say something to the young tree. However, the old man forgot what to say. He did not know at the young tree. For the old man, it was just an obstacle. It was an only obstacle he could ever see at the years. Therefore, he didn't give much thought to the young tree. He quickly moved on.

The old man was thinking how nice it was to live. How wonderful it was to live and how happy it would be if he still had his old friends with him. However, he had no fire to live on. Therefore, he didn't realize his joy and happiness. He forgot about all the happy things he heard back at the days. All of the happy people he knew were long dead. He was so ancient and old. He couldn't remember the past memories anymore. He forgot what was the happiness at the past. He forgot.

The old man saw so many wild grasses. They were in beautiful colors and arrangements.

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