all too little

Just three rows and bushels of corn were laid in before the white snowflakes to fall did begin. The young men had little to keep them afloat, a handful of acres, a small flock of goat, a stand of tall willows from which they could weave a basket or two in the darkening eve. What kept them all going however was that they had once been promised by a talking cat to be the recipients of vast treasure so much that they'd dare not its outlines to measure. They knew all too little, and much less than most, and trusted a cat (which not many can boast), and kept right on working through darkness and rain in hopes that their fortunes would turn round again.

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