Long, long ago, a choarcoal-burner lived in Kangon Provinceof Korea. He was a very poor man. He lived by himself in a wooden hut on a hill side. All he owned was a large kettle which had been given to him by his father. It was so cold in winter that he slept inside it to keep himself warm.
One dark night, two thieves entered the hut and carried away the kettle. They did not know the charcoal-burner was sleeping inside it.
“Aigoo, aigoo!” they cried. “Why is the kettle so heavy?”
After carrying it for some distance, they decide to leave it in the middle of a field, as they could not carry it any further.
The next morning, when the charcoal-burner woke up and got out of the kettle, he cried out in fright. “what’s happened? Where’s my house? Someone must have stolen it while I was asleep. Help! Help!”
A farmer who was passing by stopped and asked him what was the matter.
“I’m only a poor man,” said the charcoal-burner. “I own nothing except a wooden hut and kettle. But last night, someone stole my hut.”
The farmer was frightened. He ran back to his own house, and locked the front and back doors. He also nailed shut all the windows.
“What’s wrong?” his wife asked him.
“You know othing,” replied her husband. “There are strange thieves nowadays who steal houses. Who has ever heard of anything like this before? We must be careful otherwise our own house will be stolen.”
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