One winter's day the wife stood uner the tree to peel some apples, and as she was peeling them, she cut her finger, and the blood fell on the snow. 'Ah' signed the woman heavily, 'if i had but a child, as red as blood and as white as snow'.
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Then she felt comforted and happy again, and before another month had passed she had a little child, and when she saw that it was a white as snow and as red as blood, her joy was so great that she died.
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** Anyway, the husband gets over it and gets remarried to the Evil Stepmother (in the good old Fairy Tale Tradition), and soon enough... **
'Come with me' she said, and she lifted up the lid of the chest; 'take one out for yourself.' [shes indicating he should take an apple from the chest, since I didn't explain that part]. And as he bent over to do so, the evil spirit urged her, and crash! down went the lid, and off went the little boy's head.
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