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On Clever’s Road

…a day comes when the Golden Bird leads her three beggars, hungry and footsore, to a mill at the far side of a stream. A footbridge spans the water which turns the mill-wheel which powers the mill-stone.

First the beggars must cross its bridge.

Gears groaned and timbers creaked and shafts pounded, all to drive the rotating stone. What grinding and grating boomed from that stone! Earth shuddered to its mechanical beat, an unnatural roar.

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