The woodcarver

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There was an old shoemaker who made shoes for a living. He lived with his wife in a small shop. One day, he said to his wife, “We have no more leather left. I can only make one more pair of shoes.” Just then, his friend from the shop next door came in. He said, “Hello, my name is Tony. I am a woodcarver and I carve toys. How can I help you?” “Would you come in? I will have a hot cup of tea,” the shoemaker said kindly and sat down. For it was cold outside, inside the shop there was an armchair near a warm fire. After he had finished his tea, he said to the woodcarver, “I am very hungry now. Would you like supper?” “Yes, please,” said the woodcarver happily. Because they were old friends, they had known each other since they were young boys at school. Now they were older men and kind men. “Sorry about the broken cup you smashed,” the shoemaker said. “No harm done, Morris. That’s what your name was, right?” the woodcarver said. “Here is your meal,” the shoemaker said. “You are so kind. Thank you,” Tony said. Morris smiled and sat down to eat with him. Sorry about the trouble i he caused said Tony’s wife thats all right said the policeman to them during supper Mrs. Twiddle had a cold and her ears ached but she didn’t hear him very well she thought she said