There was an old woman who lived with her grandson named Salim in a beautiful village. That old woman loved her grandson a lot and was kind to him. One morning, the old woman got up and went to the kitchen and cut two loaves of bread and a large raisin, and covered it on the tray.
Salim looked at the raisin and found it very shiny and said, “What is this, O my grandmother? The raisin that you feed us every day is beautiful. But this is delicious.” Then he cooled it with amazement, so the old woman looked at the raisin and held it and said to him, “What’s the matter? After all, I have not heard this word from you. I was falling from the tree a long time ago, and I ate, then I killed the wolf, and I ate the dog and then I died, and after all this effort, I turned with a face like this and am eating raisins with thanks on the floor? Did the dog come to you to bring the raisins?”
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