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The star child grew up with the woodcutter's children.I was sorry for you when I found Woed the old aim he into the oue to deis Wie Toise.In summer, he sat by the water and smiled down at his beautiful The woodcutter and his wife often spoke to him angrily: 'We looked after you when you needed our help.That is true, said the woodcutter, but I helped you.He sat at the table for meals with them and played with them.He was proud and unkind.They are my servants.'Why are you so unkind to people who need your help?'She looked like a beggar.The star child saw her and said, 'Look at that ugly old beggar woman.The woodcutter saw what the star child was doing.Then she ell to the, ground.The woodcutter carried her into the house to his wife.'Yes,' said the woodcutter.'Yes,' said the woodcutter.I have travelled the world, trying to find him.'The woodcutter went out and called to the star child: 'Come into the house.Every year he became more and more beautiful.But the star child was only beautiful on the outside.He thought that he was better than the village children.'They are ordinary people,' he thought, 'but I am the child of a star.He threw stones at the poor and at people who asked for help: 'Go to another place and ask for bread!We have none to give you!'He laughed at people who were weak and ugly.He loved himself.The star child did not listen to them.He went back to the other children.He could run fast, and dance, and make music.The other children followed the star child.Their hearts became as hard as his.

The star child grew up with the woodcutter's children. He sat at the table for meals with them and played with them. Every year he became more and more beautiful.
But the star child was only beautiful on the outside. He was proud and unkind. He thought that he was better than the village children. 'They are ordinary people,' he thought,
'but I am the child of a star. They are my servants.'
He threw stones at the poor and at people who asked for help: 'Go to another place and ask for bread! We have none to give you!' He laughed at people who were weak and ugly. He loved himself. In summer, he sat by the water and smiled down at his beautiful
The woodcutter and his wife often spoke to him angrily: 'We looked after you when you needed our help. Why are you so unkind to people who need your help?'
The star child did not listen to them. He went back to the other children. He could run fast, and dance, and make music. The other children followed the star child. When he pushed a stick into the eyes of a little rabbit, they laughed. When he threw stones at a sick man, they laughed. Their hearts became as hard as his.
One day, a poor woman came through the village. She looked like a beggar. Her clothes were old and dirty, and there was blood on her feet. She sat down under a tree to rest.
The star child saw her and said, 'Look at that ugly old beggar woman. Lets send her away!'
So he came near and threw stones at her. She looked at him with fear in her eyes.
The woodcutter saw what the star child was doing. He ran to him and said, 'Why is your heart so cold? What has this poor woman done to you?'
The star child was angry. 'You cannot question me. I am not your son.' That is true, said the woodcutter, but I helped you. I was sorry for you when I found
Woed the old aim he into the oue to deis Wie Toise. Then she ell to the, ground.
The woodcutter carried her into the house to his wife. They brought food to her, did not eat or drink.
She asked, 'Did you say that the child was found in the forest? Was that ten years ago
— ten years ago today?'
'Yes,' said the woodcutter. 'I found him in the forest exactly ten years ago.'
'Did he have a coat of gold with silver stars on it?'
'Yes,' said the woodcutter. He took the coat out of the box and showed it to her.
'He is my little son. I lost him in the forest. I have travelled the world, trying to find him.' The woodcutter went out and called to the star child: 'Come into the house. Your
mother is waiting there for you.'
The star child ran into the house. But when he saw the old woman, he laughed.
'Where is my mother?' he asked. 'I can only see this dirty old beggar woman."
The woman said, 'I am your mother.'
He said, 'I am not your son! You are dirty and ugly. Go away! I do not want to see your face again!'
'But it is true. You are my son,' she cried. She fell on her knees and held out her arms to him. 'Thieves stole you from me and left you in the forest. But I knew you when I saw