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A boy was gathering berries from a hedge when his hand was stung by a Nettle. Smarting with pain, he ran to tell his mother, and said to her between his sobs, “I only touched it ever so lightly, mother.” “That’s just why you got stung, my son,” she said;” if you had grasped it firmly, it wouldn’t hurt you in the least.”



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