When I was coming down the mountain with my pitcher, a little of the Water of Life slopped onto the stones underneath my feet. All at once, the stones changed into young men and women! They shouted with joy and crowded around me, thanking me for their liberty. After that, I set about sprinkling all the stones on the mountain with the water of life. There were a great many of them! Enough to fill an entire country.
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Voices in Fairy Tales
by Michelle Tocher
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