"Now, I have the best food in the world, a nicely roasted chicken,"
said the innkeeper.
"Oh, no, I have eaten roasted chicken and I am tired of it, thank
you," said the Prince.
"I am sure that I have the best food in the world," said the baker, "a
frosted plum cake."
"Oh, no, I have eaten frosted plum cake, and I am tired of it, thank
you," said the Prince.
"Of course I have the best food in the world, chocolate ice cream,"
said the sweets man.
"Oh, no, I have eaten chocolate ice cream and I am tired of it, thank
you," said the Prince.
So he went this way and that way, but he could not find anything that
he wanted to eat.
When it was late in the afternoon he came to the woods and there he
met a little boy of his own age, chopping down small trees. The boy's
cheeks were rosy, and his eyes were bright. His arms, swinging the
shiny hatchet, were tough with strong muscles. He looked as if he had
eaten good food all his life, so the little Prince spoke to him.
"Have you any of the best food in the world?" he asked.
"Oh, yes; right here in my pocket," said the boy.
"May I have some?" begged the little Prince.
"Yes, indeed," said the boy, "if you will help me with my chopping
first. I am not going to eat my supper until I have finished my work.
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