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Hungry mouths don't care!

One time, we tramps were roaming the streets looking for food; until we were so lucky that a middle-aged woman gave us food inside a cooking utensil -- a kettle. Like we have not eaten for days, each of us took our turn grabbing the kettle to scoop some handful of food. As we did, ruthlessly, the kettle went from here to there, hitting the cemented ground noisily. Aghast with the sight, the owner cried in utmost concern, "Please, stop that, stop that! You will destroy my kettle!" But, of course, in that moment, nobody seemed to hear her pleading cries --not until, it was empty.

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