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Hi, I’m Xirolet, a bit of a silly boy. Three quitxols and a half, three
quitxols and a half... I was repeating again and again all the way from
home, cal Xico, to Molí del Llop. This was the amount of wheat
I was taking to grind so that mum could make me a flat cake. I went
past l’Era de Poca Bondat, past the roques d’Abellot, past la passera
de Mussol until I got to the Mill of Llop. And everybody tricked me: a farmer,
a shepherd, the miller.... and in the end I got no flat cake.
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