THE POST OFFICE
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Amal
And you'll teach me to cry curds and shoulder the yoke like you and walk the long, long road?
Dairyman
Dear, dear, did you ever? Why should you sell curds? No, you will read big books and be learned.
Amal
No, I never want to be learned I'll be like you and take my curds from the village by the red road near the old banyan tree, and I will hawk it from cottage to cottage. Oh, how do you cry "Curd, curd, good nice curd!" Teach me the tune, will you?
Dairyman
Dear, dear, teach you the tune; what an idea!
