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In times that are often long forgotten, there once lived a boy who changed the fate of the world. This is not a well known story, indeed there are very few who know the truth of it. Though, if you are patient you will learn it. It took place in the little town of Nisqual. A peaceful hamlet nestled inbetween the shoulders of two broad mountains. The boy of whom I told you was a well-watcher. An important job in that town. For there was only one well in the whole town, it being located on top of a granite land, and it was his job to gaurd it from any who would pollute or destroy their only source of water. As it was one fine day, nearing the month of May. A begger woman came along the road towards the well.
"Halt" he called, "and state your purpose"
"I only wish for a drink of water," the woman called back.
He then drew the water and handed her a small tin cup that she could drink from. Now, do not think that the appearance of this woman was a coincidence, indeed the appearance of this woman was a trap! There was a band of malicious men laying in wait over the hill who wished to capture the well and charge all of those who wanted to use it. As the woman was distracting the boy with the tale of her trying day, the band lept down and sought to gain the well. The boy tried with all of his might to stop the band, but being only one in the face of many he lost the struggle. The village then fell into the clasp of those ragged ruffians and the town was soon drained of its riched. The bit disparing of his failure, set off in pursuit of something or someone who could help him rid the town of these interlopers, since the townspeople were loath to try something that might harm their only water source.
He wandered all over the land and finally came upon a stooped man on a rotting log. He being desperate fpr help stopped to ask the man for help, knowing that it was probably futile, for what help could such an old man lend? The man agreed to help, and to the surprise of the boy instructed him to lead him to the nearest river. The boy lent him a hand. The river was near and when there the man took a small cup off of his belt handing it to the boy he said, "Drink." The boy drank.
"There," said the man "Now go back to your village, fight your battle, win."
"But that didn't.."
"Go boy before its to late!"
And so the boy wandered back to his village in a hopeless state. Upon arriving there he looked upon the poor state of the village and challenged the band for the weel rights. The had with him only a walking stick, and thusly armored he fought. Fought till the last one was defeated. Peace returned to the hamlet.
Now how did this save the worls you ask? Well, if the taxing of the well had gone on much longer, all of the wells through out the world would have been taxed. Thus he saved the world from well taxs. pirate
 Fireformed · Sun Mar 16, 2008 @ 07:43am · 0 Comments |
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