Once upon a time, there was an old man was gathering sticks in the forest. He was stopped by age and work hard. When he hobbled painfully, he thought of his troubles and began feel regret for himself. With a hopeless gesture, he threw his bundle of sticks on the ground and groaned,” life is too hard”. I can’t bear any longer. If only death would come and take me “while the words were out of his mouth”. Death in the form of the skeleton in a black robe stood in front of him. “I heard you call me, sir. What can I do for you”? he said.
“please, sir, could you please help me put this bundle of sticks back on my shoulder again?” replied the old man.
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What did the old man do in the forest?
a. He work as a carpenter
b. He gathered sticks
c. He found the death d. He took a stroll
e. He went for a walk