page_0: "That taffin miller! The old gypsy woman said them magic beans'd grow a beanstalk high as the clouds. Now I've no time to tend a garden so I stuck em in the miller's patch. He's always fussin over them plants of his. But afore the stalk could get highern that taffin scarecrow he'd picked all the beans and cut her down!

Then that goose! The old gypsy woman said it laid GOLDEN eggs! Imagine! I kept that goose for months but nary a single gold egg did I see. T'was the miller, I know it! He musta snuck in the coop and swapped the gold eggs for real ones. Don't know how he managed it, but he's a crafty one. And how else could he be so well off? Not from millin, that's for sure.

The old gypsy woman said that if I buried a deer carcass in the forest each dark o the moon, the forest would soon be full o deer and I'd have no end of fresh meat. And the best part is I get to keep the legs to sell!"
