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Many years ago in a place not far from here there lived a charcoal burner and his wife. Their cottage was deep in the forest, his was the dirtiest job in the woodland, some shunned the charcoal burner, his hands and nails were ingrained with the black dust from the charcoal. But he didn’t care. He had a comfortable home with one room up and one room down. He was in love with his beautiful wife and what is more, she loved him and was content with their life deep in the forest. Soon they were to become a family as she was expecting their first child.
One evening, after he had cooked his wife a splendid meal, as they sat by the fire, holding hands and thinking about the baby – would it be a boy or a girl, would the child look like him or her, what should they name the baby – there was a loud knock at the door.
It was very late for callers! The charcoal burner took a lamp and opened the door.