Once upon a time a boy lived in a village. He was very imaginative and sensitive,he heard stories from his grandma and dreamed himself as them.His father made a wooden sword for him,he liked that sword very much.Sometimes he fought with the monsters with his sword or he would like to ride on a horse holding the sword.
one day he tucked the sword in the back of his pant and hid the upper part of the sword under shirt."I will go and kill all the monsters today " he started running,"who is pulling my shirt from back?"He looked behind and found nobody. "It must be the ghost",being afraid he started running faster but the pull was stronger,"I should not stop , the ghost will eat me " he started crying and runnig even faster.
A aunt of the boy saw him running like mad . she stopped him,
-what happened?
-A ghost was pulling me from back
She checked and found the sword, she smiled
-see, this is a sword, when you were running it was swinging,there is no ghost boy.
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