The Three Traveling
Tellers
Once there was Three Travelers, two were brothers and one
was a stranger. Both very poor in there state the only joy they found was going
from town and town and telling stories of wisdom and in hope of a single
farthing. They came unto there next village were, oh their legs so burning
hurtfully. They rested and bedded a crowd to gather round. They listen to the
first one. He was not a very entertaining so they moved on to the second one. He
was drunk from his last cup of Brande. They moved on to the third one and
listened carefully to his story.
“Once there was a poor
man, he was so poor in fact all he had to feast upon was crumbs from the
ground. A kind carpenter who saw pity on him took him and taught him all he
knew. He then trusted him enough he would show him he is darkest secret. He
pulled an invisibility cloak from his chest and explained it was given to him
by a sorcerer a long time ago. He entrusted it to him. With weary hands he took
it. The next morning he woke up to get him only to find all his pots and his
chest of gold gone into thin air…and so was the boy”
They all admired him. They thanked him for the tale and left
“now now...” he said “if I was so entertaining where is my farthing. I know you
would respect me for I am a poor man. Don’t give me a reason to become a thief.
Which would you rather have me be a Poor Man or a Thief?” He said with a grin.
They all gathered round and gave each five farthings. The man went on his way.
After bidding his friends good-bye he left with his two travelers
with a happy face upon him. After saying farewell he then went home to his
Castle and put his bag of farthings on the many thousands of golden chests.
“Such Ironic fates my listeners meet” He said to himself holding an
invisibility cloak in his hand.
Austin Minton
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