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On they went together until they came to a brook.
They sat down there to rest and to get a drink of water.
“I wonder where the brook comes from, said the youngest brother.
Well, did you never see a brook before?” asked the brothers.
“Yes,” he said, “but I wonder where it comes from.”
So he followed the brook.
At last he saw a tiny stream come out of a walnut.
“Good morning, Walnut,” he said.
“Are you here all alone?”
“Yes,” said the walnut.
“The water has been running here a hundred years, waiting for you.”
“Here I am,” said the youngest brother.
He put some moss in the hole in the walnut.
Then he put it in his bag.
“Did you find where the water came from?” asked the brothers.
“Yes,” said the youngest brother.
“It came out of a hole.”