And when his father heard the news , and that his son was come , and was bringing the Nunda with him , he felt that the man did not dwell on the earth whose joy was greater than his . And the people bowed down to the boy and gave him presents , and loved him , because he had delivered them from the bondage of fear , and had slain the Nunda . -LRB- Adapted from Swahili Tales . -RRB- THE STORY OF HASSEBU Once upon a time there lived a poor woman who had only one child , and he was a little boy called Hassebu . When he ceased to be a baby , and his mother thought it was time for him to learn to read , she sent him to school . And , after he had done with school , he was put into a shop to learn how to make clothes , and did not learn ; and he was put to do silversmith 's work , and did not learn ; and whatsoever he was taught , he did not learn it . His mother never wished him to do anything he did not like , so she said : ` Well , stay at home , my son . ' And he stayed at home , eating and sleeping . One day the boy said to his mother : ` What was my father 's business ? ' ` He was a very learned doctor , ' answered she . ` Where , then , are his books ? ' asked Hassebu . ` Many days have passed , and I have thought nothing of them . But look inside and see if they are there . ' So Hassebu looked , and saw they were eaten by insects , all but one book , which he took away and read . He was sitting at home one morning poring over the medicine book , when some neighbours came by and said to his mother : ` Give us this boy , that we may go together to cut wood . ' For wood-cutting was their trade , and they loaded several donkeys with the wood , and sold it in the town . And his mother answered , ` Very well ; to-morrow I will buy him a donkey , and you can all go together . ' So the donkey was bought , and the neighbours came , and they worked hard all day , and in the evening they brought the wood back into the town , and sold it for a good sum of money . And for six days they went and did the like , but on the seventh it rained , and the wood-cutters ran and hid in the rocks , all but Hassebu , who did not mind wetting , and stayed where he was .
While he was sitting in the place where the XXXXX had left him , he took up a stone that lay near him , and idly dropped it on the ground .
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