Aladdin and the Wonderful Lamp-from the 1001 Nights
There once lived a poor tailor, who had a son called Aladdin, a careless, idle boy who
would do nothing but play all day long in the streets with little idle boys like himself.
This so grieved the father that he died; yet, in spite of his mother's tears and prayers,
Aladdin did not mend his ways. One day, when he was playing in the streets as usual, a
stranger asked him his age, and if he was not the son of Mustapha the tailor. "I am, sir,"
replied Aladdin; "but he died a long while ago."
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There once lived a poor tailor, who had a son called Aladdin, a careless, idle boy who
would do nothing but play all day long in the streets with little idle boys like himself.
This so grieved the father that he died; yet, in spite of his mother's tears and prayers,
Aladdin did not mend his ways. One day, when he was playing in the streets as usual, a
stranger asked him his age, and if he was not the son of Mustapha the tailor. "I am, sir,"
replied Aladdin; "but he died a long while ago."
