THE THREE DWARFS
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‘No better fate than to be put into a barrel lined with sharp nails, and to be rolled in it down the hill into the water.’
‘You have pronounced your own doom,’ said the King; and he ordered a barrel to be made lined with sharp nails, and in it he put the bad old woman and her daughter. Then it was fastened down securely, and the barrel was rolled down the hill till it fell into the river.[1]
