The father and the son
"MY boy," an old father says to its llameante of sons and
disobediently, "a hot genius is the ground of the regret. In order
to promise to me that if then you overthrow, that you counted a
cent, before of that you or speaks move."
To incite more the son than it a blow that of the piqûures of the
fatherly the one of traveler of the rod received had promised makes
had not counted to see had has, and, when it to sixty-ten-five it
the misfortune, predicts turns when the old leap of the man in a
cabina, that, and to that far. |
Father and Son
"MY boy," said an aged Father to his fiery and disobedient Son, "a
hot temper is the soil of remorse. Promise me that when next you are
angry you will count one hundred before you move or speak."
No sooner had the Son promised than he received a stinging blow from
the paternal walking-stick, and by the time he had counted to
seventy-five had the unhappiness to see the old man jump into a
waiting cab and whirl away.
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