Long ago, existed a stone cutter. Every day, he went to an enormous rock, that was situated in a mouintain's sides. There, he cut slabs for gravestones, but also for houses. He knew about his work. Aditionally he knew every kind of rock and the uses of each one. He was contented with his life and thankful with what he had. Now in the mountain lived a gost which made people become welthy. However, the stone cutter had never saw it so he didn't believe that gost exist. But he would change his opinion.
By: Maria Jose Espinosa Castaneda
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