A YOUNG Ostrich¹ came to its Mother, groaning² with pain and with its
wings tightly crossed upon its stomach.

  "What have you been eating?" the Mother asked, with solicitude³.

  "Nothing but a keg of Nails," was the reply.

  "What!" exclaimed the Mother; "a whole keg of Nails, at your age! 
Why, you will kill yourself that way.  Go quickly, my child, and
swallow a claw-hammer."

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