Once upon a time, there lived a poor family with three daughter. one day they went out to the forest to pick mushrooms, for they had nothing else to eat and were near starvation.
The girl cried and cried and the monster only laughed. Then it said, "well, I'm going to hunt, but you must stay here and if you don't I'll chop your head off." And he showed her a field of dead people and she said, "how could you?" and he shrugged and said, "well that's how mushrooms are made, without this to fertilize the ground, your family starves."
The girl agreed to the monster's deal, but the moment it left, fear and the horror of the field of dead people got to her and she fled. The monster found her and chopped her little head off. The family mourned, but couldn't find her and so the second sister soon found the mushroom. The same thing happened to her.
And the family mourned.
And the third daughter found the mushroom and saw the monster. But she stayed without fail and they married and she lived in comfort with plenty of food and when she had children she told them stories of their great father who had done so much for them and they lived happily ever after.
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