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The Sad Storyteller

Boys and girls, listen well,
For I have a tale to tell.
Wait, why are you leaving?
I promise you this won't be boring!
It's about unicorns and dragons fighting!

Oh good, I finally got your attention,
Come, sit down and listen.
Come on, I'm starting the story,
If you miss it you're gonna be sorry.

The title of my tale's 'The man in the pond',
Wait, don't go just yet, I promise there'll be unicorns.

Once upon a time there was a traveller,
Everybody calls him Sam the Adventurer.
Once, when Sam was adventuring on a bright morn,
He tripped and fell into a pond.

The pond was not very steep,
But Sam was scared, as he was hydrophobic,
He started to scream and shout,
But nobody was about.

Just when he's about to die,
Suddenly appeared a random guy.
Sam shouted, 'Help me, please! I don't want to die!'
The guy protested, 'But I'm just a random guy passing by!'
With that, and a 'Good bye',
The guy left, leaving Sam to die.

Sam thought for sure he's dead,
When out of nowhere appeared a maid.
Sam shouted to her, 'Please save my life!'
The maid replied, 'Sorry! I need to buy some cake for my master's wife!
And then she hurried away,
Leaving Sam in the pond to stay.

For the third time Sam said his prayers,
When suddenly walked by the mayor.
The mayor saw Sam in the pond,
But before Sam could utter a word he was gone.

And then Sam lost faith in humanity,
He started crying bitterly.
For the first time he realized that the water isn't deep,
In fact, it's not even steep.
So he stood up and got out of the water,
And he had hydrophobia no longer.

From then on Sam's been a hermit,
Visits from no one did he permit.
He had learn his lesson through his adventure,
That man has a very selfish nature.

Well, my dear friends,
My tale's about to end.
What are you saying, unicorns?
Nonsense! Why are you looking so forlorn?
That was a great tale, was it not?

And from that day on,
The storyteller begin to sell corn.
He no longer tell stories, as no one will listen,
They claimed he lied, about the dragons.
So here's the pitiful tale of a once renown storyteller,
Who's now nothing but a sad corn seller.

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