Shall I tell you why?
In that country there lived a wicked king, who did not love little
children, and whenever he heard that a boy baby had come into a house he
sent his soldiers to take the baby away.
This mother loved her baby dearly, and she wanted to keep him always.
But when the baby began to grow, and to laugh and to cry, just as all
babies do, the mother's heart was very sad, for she knew she could hide
him no longer.
One day she took the baby and went down to the river. There she gathered
a great many of the tall grasses that grew on the river bank, and of
these grasses she made a little basket, or ark, just large enough to
hold the baby. She wove it carefully, and when it was finished she
covered it over with pitch and slime, so that no water could come into
it.
Then she lifted her baby, put him into the queer little basket, carried
the basket to the river and set it down carefully in the water. The tall
rushes growing there held the little cradle, that the water might not
wash it away.
The mother turned and went quickly to her home.
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