The Little Match Man

ors. In order to enjoy themselves while they worked they had had saki brought, and invited me to drink with them. As they drank the

istcoat and called to him: “Fiam!” I forgot to tell you that sometimes he didn’t like this nickname that I

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no!” he

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n agility I had never observed in him before. “What do I want? H

what

he began to sing, danci

e himself wi

you will fall off.” I ha

that of being melancholy. S

a beautiful willow in the woods, and I am sorry for you, but that is no reason

EGAN T

delightful time of my life. When Prince Funato came with his court every year they poured saki on my trunk. I loved it. It mad

l’s cup. It was beautiful blue china with white dragons and was still

edges of fountains in gardens. Then he leaned over and stirre

e fibres till it reached his head. Then he indulged in the craziest antics. At las

p. I drew him out and held him between two fingers to dry, but I couldn’t keep him still. He was so wet he slipped away and ski

ok at him near by. The phosphorus on his head

id. “A little more and you

n the body of a god? Let me down, barbarian,” and he twisted around. “Let me go or my vengeanc

was the matte

, be

you! I a

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acefully. Let me put you in your bo

ere. You are the cause of all my woes, but my power is infinite. At a call from me all the animals in the world will come and tear you

if I were really your enemy I should light you, and burn you to

tle while I put him in his box and pl