Can I keep his toys?
Abel looked down to see the four year old kid staring at him from the ground.
I just told you no; he answered wrinkling his nose; you already have yours.
Then, can I have some alike?
The boy raised an eyebrow and turned to where the boy pointed out. The big plateau of wood that stood in the village square was empty except for the hangman, who sharpened his tools in a corner.
Caín, those are no toys; he scolded upset.
Really? the little kid made a face; but he seems to have so much fun ...
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