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Message-ID: <3923686C.99FB5E36@example.com>
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Date: Wed, 17 May 2000 23:50:04 -0400
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From: Doug Sauder <dwsauder@example.com>
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X-Mailer: Mozilla 4.7 [en] (WinNT; I)
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X-Accept-Language: en
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MIME-Version: 1.0
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To: Joe Blow <blow@example.com>
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Subject: Test message from Netscape Communicator 4.7
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Content-Type: multipart/mixed;
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boundary="------------77060D866A66DC8D0921E051"
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This is a multi-part message in MIME format.
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Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit
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The Hare and the Tortoise
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A HARE one day ridiculed the short feet and slow pace of the Tortoise,
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who replied, laughing: "Though you be swift as the wind, I will beat
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you in a race." The Hare, believing her assertion to be simply
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impossible, assented to the proposal; and they agreed that the Fox
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should choose the course and fix the goal. On the day appointed for the
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race the two started together. The Tortoise never for a moment stopped,
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but went on with a slow but steady pace straight to the end of the
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course. The Hare, lying down by the wayside, fell fast asleep. At last
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waking up, and moving as fast as he could, he saw the Tortoise had
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reached the goal, and was comfortably dozing after her fatigue.
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Slow but steady wins the race.
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name="farmerandstork.txt"
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filename="farmerandstork.txt"
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The Farmer and the Stork
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A FARMER placed nets on his newly-sown plowlands and caught a
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number of Cranes, which came to pick up his seed. With them he
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trapped a Stork that had fractured his leg in the net and was
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earnestly beseeching the Farmer to spare his life. "Pray save
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me, Master," he said, "and let me go free this once. My broken
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limb should excite your pity. Besides, I am no Crane, I am a
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Stork, a bird of excellent character; and see how I love and
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slave for my father and mother. Look too, at my feathers--
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they are not the least like those of a Crane." The Farmer
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laughed aloud and said, "It may be all as you say, I only know
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this: I have taken you with these robbers, the Cranes, and you
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must die in their company."
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Birds of a feather flock together.
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