Then the man got married and his wife moved in.
At first, all went well. But then the two women began to dislike each other.
His wife began to cry. "Your mother hates me. She's always rude to me. I can't live with her any longer."
"Please, try to live with her. She's old and won't be with us for ever. Don't talk about it now. Bring me my dinner."
"But what can I do?" the man said. "She's my mother. This is her home. I can't send her away."
"You must choose either her or me. You can't have both of us," the wife said.
"How can I choose between my wife and my mother? My mother has loved me always. But my wife is young and beautiful. I can't live without her."
"I want both of you!" said the man.
"You can't have both of us," said his wife. "Kill your mother. We can have many happy years together."
"My wife is right," he thought at last. "My mother is old. I will take her up the mountain and throw her over the cliff. Then my wife and I will be happy."
"Yes," said his wife, "I have cooked all your favourite dishes. When your mother is dead, I will make them for you every day."
"I'm old," she said. "I can't walk up the mountain." "I'll carry you," said her son.
He carried her up. At first his mother talked happily. Her son said nothing. Soon she stopped talking.
Surprised, the man said, "Mother, you know everything but you still love me!" "Only a mother knows love," she smiled sadly.
Then he thought, "My wife is a wicked woman. I loved her once, but I don't love her now. I choose to keep my mother and send my wife away."
He lived happily with his mother for many years.
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