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Once upon a time..

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...there was a tailor who had wife and five children. He had nothing to feed them.

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His name was John and he lived in a small cottage.

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He lived at the end of the village Swaffham.

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He had an old oak tree in the garden.

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One day he was sleeping under the tree. As he was dreaming, a voice spoke to him: "There is a treasure under London Bridge."

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Zuzana Matviaková

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He was walking four days to London to find the treasure.

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He was at London Bridge when two boys stole his bag.

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Next day, the tailor met the shopkeeper.

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The shopkeeper told the tailor about his dream.

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In his dream he was digging under an old oak tree and he found a big box of gold. The old tree was in the village Swaffham.

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When the tailor heard this, he thanked the shopkeeper and went home.

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After 4 days he came home tired and hungry.

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After a while the tailor took a spade and started digging in the garden under the old oak tree.

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Suddenly he found a big chest full of gold and silver in his own garden.

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Tailor lived with his family happily until his death.

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The real treasure is not money, but the home, the family and friends we have.