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SMOLICHECK
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“Oh, dear Golden Antlers, wherever you are
In valley or mountain or pasture afar,
Come quick! Don’t delay!
The wicked wood maidens are roasting today
Your little Smolicheck!
Come quick! Don’t delay!”
Suddenly there was the sound of crashing branches and, before the wood maidens knew what was happening, Golden Antlers came bounding into the cave. He tossed Smolicheck upon his antlers and off he sped as swift as the wind.
When they got home, he laid Smolicheck across his knee and gave him something—you know what! And Smolicheck cried and said he was sorry he had been disobedient. And he said he would never, never, never again open the door.
And this time he never did!
