"Why do you mourn, woodcutter?" her voice was the sound of pebbles tumbling downstream.
He swallowed the lie. "No, Devi. That is not mine. Mine was poor, but faithful." an honest woodcutter story for class 11
But Raghav thought of his father's last words: "The weight of a stolen thing is heavier than the thing itself." He shook his head. "No, Devi. That is not mine either. Please… return my old, broken axe. I will work with what I have." "Why do you mourn, woodcutter