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					  <title>The Stars in the Sky</title>
					  <link>http://thetales.com/articles/34/1/The-Stars-in-the-Sky</link>
					  <description>Once on a time and twice on a time, and all times together as ever I heard tell of, there was a tiny lassie who would weep all day to have the stars in the sky to play with; she wouldn't have this, and she wouldn't have that, but it was always the stars she would have. So one fine day off she went to find them. And she walked and she walked and she walked, till by-and-by she came to a mill-dam.</description>
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					  <pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2006 00:00:00 EST</pubDate>
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					  <title>Rushen Coatie</title>
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					  <description>There was once a king and a queen, as many a one has been; few have we seen, and as few may we see. But the queen died, leaving only one bonny girl, and she told her on her death-bed: &#34;My dear, after I am gone, there will come to you a little red calf, and whenever you want anything, speak to it, and it will give it you.&#34;</description>
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					  <pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2006 00:00:00 EST</pubDate>
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					  <title>Tom Hickathrift</title>
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					  <description>Before the days of William the Conqueror there dwelt a man in the marsh of the Isle of Ely whose name was Thomas Hickathrift, a poor day labourer, but so stout that he could do two days' work in one. His one son he called by his own name, Thomas Hickathrift, and he put him to good learning, but the lad was none of the wisest, and indeed seemed to be somewhat soft, so he got no good at all from his teaching.</description>
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					  <pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2006 00:00:00 EST</pubDate>
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					  <title>Three Feathers</title>
					  <link>http://thetales.com/articles/31/1/Three-Feathers</link>
					  <description>Once upon a time there was a girl who was married to a husband that she never saw. And the way this was, was that he was only at home at night, and would never have any light in the house. The girl thought that was funny, and all her friends told her there must be something wrong with her husband, some great deformity that made him want not to be seen.</description>
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					  <pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2006 00:00:00 EST</pubDate>
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					  <title>Yallery Brown</title>
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					  <description>Once upon a time, and a very good time it was, though it wasn't in my time, nor in your time, nor any one else's time, there was a young lad of eighteen or so named Tom Tiver working on the Hall Farm. One Sunday he was walking across the west field, 't was a beautiful July night, warm and still and the air was full of little sounds as though the trees and grass were chattering to themselves. </description>
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					  <title>Tattercoats</title>
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					  <description>In a great Palace by the sea there once dwelt a very rich old lord, who had neither wife nor children living, only one little granddaughter, whose face he had never seen in all her life. He hated her bitterly, because at her birth his favorite daughter died; and when the old nurse brought him the baby, he swore, that it might live or die as it liked, but he would never look on its face as long as it lived. </description>
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					  <title>The Mermaid of Zennor</title>
					  <link>http://thetales.com/articles/28/1/The-Mermaid-of-Zennor</link>
					  <description>The village of Zennor lies upon the windward coast of Cornwall. The houses cling to the hillside as if hung there by the wind. Waves still lick the ledges in the coves, and a few fishermen still set out to sea in their boats. </description>
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					  <pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2006 00:00:00 EST</pubDate>
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					  <title>Betty Stoggs&#39; Baby</title>
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					  <description>On her seventeenth birthday, Betty Stoggs was up with the sun. Without wasting a minute of that day, she sat down and began peeling apples.  &#160;</description>
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					  <pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2006 00:00:00 EST</pubDate>
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