A Boy playing in the fields got stung by a Nettle. He ran home to his mother, telling her that he had but rined that nasty weed, and it had stung him. "It was only your rining it. my boy," said the mother, "that led it to sting you; the next time you meddle with a Nettle, grasp it tightly, and it will do you no hurt."

Do boldly what you do at all.

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