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One day, an innkeeper came to Rabbi Levi Yitzchak of Berdichev. "Rabbi," he said. "Is a man permitted to defend his property?"
The rabbi said, "Of course. What needs defending?"
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Têt, the New Year, had arrived. All the king’s relatives and friends had been invited to the palace to watch him wrap earth and sky cakes.
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There lived in olden times a good and kindly man. He had this world's goods in abundance, and many slaves to serve him. And the slaves prided themselves on their master, saying:
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There was a man named Paddy Ó Gadhra living beyond in Malin Glen long ago. One evening he had gone west to Caiseal in Glencoimcille and when his business was finished he faced towards home.
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A hunter went out in the bush. He met an antelope. He killed the antelope. Boaji (the civet or mongoose) passed by. Boaji said: "Give me some of that meat. I am hungry. I beg you for it. I'll do you a favor some other time." The hunter gave Boaji some of the antelope's meat. Boaji ran off.
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In a little town where everyone knew everyone, there lived a young man called Juan Zanate. He was given this name because he was always accompanied by one or two zanate birds.
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A man hesitates to kill his fattened pig because he does not wish to share the meat with his neighbors. A friend advises him to kill the pig at night and to tell the people that it has been stolen. He does this and hides the meat, but the man who advised him steals it.
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(A song/chant in the Hopi language)
NOW WE TAKE IT UP.
NOW THE ROAD BEGINS LO——NG AGO.
THERE WERE VILLAGERS AT HOPI
AT LUU HAY
A RAIN PRIEST, A YOUNG MAN, HAD HIS FIELDS
AND AT HOPI THEY WERE GOING TO HAVE THE
FEATHER-CARRYING DANCE.