Notes

once upon a time there was a man who went around selling rat traps of wire. he made them himself at odd moments from the materials he got by begging in the stores or at the big farms. but even so the business was not especially profitable , so he had to RESORT [turn to s0mething to solve a difficult situation] to both begging and petty thievery to keep body and soul together. even so his clothes were in rags his cheeks were sunken and hunger gleamed in his eyes.
no one can imagine how sad and monotonous life can appear to such a vagabond who PLODS[walk slow but heavily] along the road left to hid own meditations. but one day this man had fallen into a line of thought, which really seemed to him entertaining. he had naturally being thinking bout his rattraps when suddenly he was struck by the idea that the whole world about him - the whole world with its lands and seas , its cities and villages - was nothing but a big rattrap. it had never existed for other purpose than to set baits for the people. it offered riches and joys shelter and food, heat and clothing , exactly as the rattrap offered cheese and pork and as soon as anyone let himself be tempted to touch the bait , it closed it on him and then everything came to an end.
the world had never been kind to him ,so it gave him unwonted joy to think ill of it in this way. it became a cherished pastime of his , during many dreary ploddings to think of people he knew who had left to let themselves be caught in the dangerous snare and of others who were still circling around the bait .
one dark evening as he was trudging along the road he caught sight of a little grey cottage by the road side and he knocked on the road to ask shelter for the night 00