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The Devil howled and stamped the ground. He put on his most fearsome face. He smoked and smoldered and burnt.

The Widow saw right away how he was in a tight spot. 
The Devil needed to take back some prize for his Lord Judas, or else be dipped in the boiling blood of Hell.

Give me a replacement soul! he demanded of the Widow. Give up yours or the soul of your brat!

“To save us, I bargained with the Devil,” the woman told her son. “A little known truth is that he's a slow fellow and can be duped. I traded him my hand for the soul he’d lost. A soul is worth more than all the rest of a body. Remember, you may give the Devil anything else, but never your soul.”

“Will I see the Devil?” asked the fearful boy. “How will I know him?”