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Seeking Wealth

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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