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A day comes when the Golden Bird leads her three Beggars, hungry and footsore, to a Mill on the far side of a stream. A footbridge spans the water which turns the Mill-Wheel which powers the Mill-Stone.

Gears groaned and timbers creaked and shafts pounded, all to drive the Stone. What grinding and grating boomed from that Stone! Earth shuddered to a constant beat, a mechanical noise, an unnatural roar.

Simple Jack cried at the sound. He halted by the footbridge and would not budge.

 

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