` You have killed my grandmother ! Look ! there is a great hole in her forehead ! ' ` Oh , what a misfortune ! ' cried the host , wringing his hands . ` It all comes from my hot temper ! Dear Little Klaus ! I will give you a bushel of money , and will bury your grandmother as if she were my own ; only do n't tell about it , or I shall have my head cut off , and that would be very uncomfortable . ' So Little Klaus got a bushel of money , and the host buried his grandmother as if she had been his own . Now when Little Klaus again reached home with so much money he sent his boy to Big Klaus to borrow his bushel measure . ` What 's this ? ' said Big Klaus . ` Did n't I kill him ? I must see to this myself ! ' So he went himself to Little Klaus with the measure . ` Well , now , where did you get all this money ? ' asked he , opening his eyes at the heap . ` You killed my grandmother -- not me , ' said Little Klaus . ' I sold her , and got a bushel of money for her . ' ` That is indeed a good price ! '
said Big Klaus ; and , hurrying XXXXX , he took an axe and killed his grandmother , laid her in the cart , and drove off to the apothecary 's , and asked whether he wanted to buy a dead body .
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