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string of young snipes in his hand which he had shot.
"Oh, oh!" said the Snipe, "why did you shoot my children after all?"
"What! these your children!" said the Sportsman; "why, I shot the ugliest I could find, that I did!"
"Woe is me!" said the Snipe; "don't you know that each one thinks his own children the prettiest in the world.
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