Eventually they reached the foot of a mountain. They journeyed onwards until late afternoon, but Aladdin did not feel tired because his uncle told him so many interesting stories. The next day, the uncle led Aladdin out far beyond the city gates. “I am, sir,” replied Aladdin, “but he died a long while ago.” When the stranger heard this, he embraced Aladdin saying: “My boy – I am your long lost uncle.” Aladdin ran home and told his mother all about this newly found relative, and she prepared supper for them all. A stranger came up to him and asked him if he was the son of Mustapha the Tailor. A long time ago, in Persia, a poor boy called Aladdin was playing with his friends in the streets of his city.
