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Title: The violet fairy book
Year: 1906 (1900s)
Authors: Lang, Andrew, 1844-1912 Ford, H. J. (Henry Justice), 1860-1941, ill
Subjects: Folklore Fairy tales
Publisher: London New York : Longmans, Green
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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e one who lies the best shall have thewhole cake. The boy, not knowing what else to do, answered, Allright; you begin. So the beardless one began to lie with all his might,and when he was tired of inventing new lies the boy saidto him, My good fellow, if that is all you can do it isnot much ! Listen to me, and I will tell you a true story. In my youth, when I was an old man, we had aquantity of beehives. Every morning when I got up Icounted them over, and it was quite easy to number thebees, but I never could reckon the hives properly. Oneday, as I was counting the bees, I discovered that my bestbee was missing, and without losing a moment I saddleda cock and went out to look for him. I traced him as faras the shore, and knew that he had crossed the sea, andthat I must follow. When I had reached the other side Ifound a man had harnessed my bee to a plough, and withhis help was sowing millet seed. THE FINEST LIAR IN THE WORLD 19 That is my bee ! I shouted. u Where did you gethim from ?
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THE BEST BEE Brother, replied the man, if he is yours, takehim. And he not only gave me back my bee, but a sack 20 THE FINEST LIAR IN THE WORLD of millet seed into the bargain, because he had made useof my bee. Then I put the bag on my shoulders, tookthe saddle from the cock, and placed it on the back ofthe bee, which I mounted, leading the cock by a string, sothat he should have a rest. As we were flying homeover the sea one of the strings that held the bag of C-7 O millet broke in two, and the sack dropped straight intothe ocean. It was quite lost, of course, and there wasno use thinking about it, and by the time we were safeback again night had come. I then got down from mybee, and let him loose, that he might get his supper, gavethe cock some hay, and went to sleep myself. But whenI awoke with the sun what a scene met my eyes! Duringthe night wolves had come and had eaten my bee. Andhoney lay ankle-deep in the valley and knee-deep on thehills. Then I began to consider how I could

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