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OCTOBER 



turned Jason Golden Fleece 

 squeezed musician poet 



One of the boys was playing beside a brook 

 He picked up a lump of clay. 



( v~ He turned and twisted 



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it. 



At last it looked like 

 Jason who found the 

 Golden Fleece. 



The second boy ran 

 into the meadow. 



He gathered a 

 handful of beautiful 

 flowers. 



He squeezed them 

 tightly. 



The juice flew into his eyes 

 and on his hands. 

 After many a day, and many a year, he 

 became a great painter. 



The third child held the ring in his teeth. 



It made a beautiful sound. 



It was only the echo of a song in his heart. 



But it was the beginning. 



He became at last a great musician 



