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THE FLYING TRUNK |
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but he had nothing to pack, therefore he seated himself in the trunk.
That was a wonderful trunk. So soon as any one pressed the lock, the trunk could fly. This it now did ; whirr I away it flew with him through the chimney and over the clouds, farther and farther away. But as often as the bottom of the trunk cracked a little he was in great fear lest it might go to pieces, and then he would have thrown a fine somersault! |
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In that way he came to the land of the Turks. He hid the trunk in a wood under some dry leaves, and then went into the town. He could do that very well, for among the Turks all the people went dressed like himself in dressing-gown and slippers. Then he met a nurse with a little child.
' Here, you Turkish nurse,' he began, ' what kind of a great castle is that close by the town, in which the windows are so high up ? '
' There dwells the Sultan's daughter,' replied she. ' It |
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