Chang was sad as he walked away from his little house.
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He loved the sheep and he looked after them well.
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Chang walked through a village and an old man called to him.
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“What is wrong, my boy? You look sad! Can I help you?”
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“Yes, I am sad,” said Chang. “I liked looking after the Emperor’s
sheep and playing my flute. But then the Emperor told me to go
because I lost one of his sheep. He broke my flute. Now I have
nowhere to go.”
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“Come to my house,” the old man said. He put his arm round the
boy. “I will make you a new flute!”
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The old man took a long piece of bamboo and started to make a new
flute.
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Chang sat and watched him.
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In the evening, the old man said, “Here is your new flute, Chang.
Try it.”
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Chang picked up the flute and started to play. “Thank you,” he
said. “It sounds much better than my old one. It sounds ... like
magic!”
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That night, Chang played his magic flute.
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Soon people came to listen.
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They stood in a circle around Chang and listened.
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The animals wanted to hear the magic flute too.
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And at the top of a tree, a golden bird sat on a branch.
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As Chang played his flute, the birds sang a beautiful song.
