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Tired of grazing sheep and gazing
at the silent sky,
I finally decided than now was my time
to look for riches in a city,
for sheep would never tell me the secrets
of amassing wealth, even if they knew.

As I walked across a street in a city one afternoon,
with only five silver coins,
I met a man, and asked him how I could become
rich.

“Go to a fountain in Bottle Street, and ask the frog
that you meet, where a chest of gold is buried...but
first, give me three silver coins”, the man told me.

Finally I would talk the same language with a frog,
instead of my sheep’s language,
which sounds gibberish to extreme.

Spending my whole life with honest people,
I gave him three silver coins,
without a shadow of doubt.

As soon as I gave him his pay for his answer,
he vanished into a nearby park in the deep, silent
mist.

My lips almost getting torn from flooding bliss
in my heart, I asked some people the direction
to Bottle Street, and started my journey.

Sighting my lucky fountain, I headed there, and lo
and behold! There were in fact a dozen frogs! “It seems
the gold chests will be a dozen,” I assured myself.

“Where can I find a buried chest of gold?” I asked one
of the frogs.

“Rrrribit! Rrrribit!”, came the reply; in fact they were
staring away from my blank face, as if they were showing
me a sign; a sign that I was scammed. 

Since that fateful day, I never trusted anything in Bottle Street ever again.


Date: 03/03/2014

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