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Once I was walking in the mountains
and saw a woman weeping by a new grave.
I asked her what was her grief, she dried her tears
and replied, "We are a family of hunters.
My father was eaten by a tiger.
My husband was bitten by a tiger and died.
And now my son."
"Why not you move away from this place then?"
"No," replied the woman.
"Why not?"
The woman replied,
"Because there are no taxgatherers here."

(trad.of Confucius)