THE COLLECTOR OF LIES
<img src="https://www.thewoodcraft.org/wiki/crop.php?f=tales_1905.djvu&page=19&width=600&cx=-337&cy=-265&cw=260&ch=555" width="25%" resource="./File:tales_1905.djvu" style="-webkit-transform: rotate(0.2deg); -moz-transform: rotate(0.2deg); -o-transform: rotate(0.2deg); -ms-transform: rotate(0.2deg); transform: rotate(0.2deg);float: right; margin: 15px 0px 15px 15px;" alt="" title=""> A venerable old man with a pen behind his ear, and ink on his fingers, went up the main street of Humantown, calling out as he went:
“Lies! Any old lies to-day? Biscuits for lies to-day!”
He had a basket of sweet wafers, or biscuits, on one arm, and they were shaped like a human ear. These he was exchanging for the lies, that were very abundant in this town.
Most of the inhabitants freely gave them to the man; some even pressed them on him: but a few had to be repaid with at least a wafer. Very soon the old man’s bag was full.
It was a new thing to collect lies, and ..text pokračuje
