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01/25/10(Mon)06:16 No.7768714One night, in the cool air of the desert dusk, the younglings gathered around their father to ask for a story. "Alright, alright, one story." He said, sighing. "Once, many, many years ago, older than the oldest person the oldest person you know ever knew, there lived a tribe of people, not unlike ourselve."
"In this tribe of people, lived two feuding brothers. They warred, for the respect of their tribe."
"The first brother was a mighty mage. To show his power, he conjured the earth up from the ground, and used his power to blast it into the most brilliant glass anyone had ever laid eyes upon. And he was sure he would win the favor of his people."
"The second was a powerful mage as well, however. He conjured his house as well, but he made his from the sky, rather than the earth, something no one had ever done before. And thus he won their favor."
"The second brother was furious, and he sat, angry in his glass palace, brooding over what to do about this injustice. Plotting."
"Then, just as he could stand it no longer, he saw his brother walk by, the most beautiful woman in town in his arms. Furious, he grabbed a rock and threw it at his brothers head, aiming to kill."
"But, alas, he had forgotten that when he had built his palace of glass, he had made it clear as air, and in his anger did not realise his brother was outside. The stone struct against the glass walls, and with such a force that the entire building shattered, killing the envious brother instantly."
"So you see, children, the moral is this: People who live in glass houses should not throw stones" |