The Little king
Everyone bursts out laughing.
Without hesitation, he strips the bark off some branches with his teeth, rubbing them in his hands until they become only fibers. Then take one of the thickest branches and, stretching his legs, hold it with his feet. With a thinner and harder branch, he began to rub it between his hands, without letting the tip move out the same place.
After a few minutes, the wood started to smoke, and he covered the smoke with fibers from the bark of the trees, and blew on it, until the smoke turned to flame.
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