Diane Lin Presser

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Once upon the time there was an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years. One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit. “Such bad luck,” they said sympathetically.

“Maybe,” the farmer replied.

The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it three other wild horses. “How wonderful,” the neighbors exclaimed.

“Maybe,” replied the old man.

The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors again came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune.

“Maybe,” answered the farmer.

The day after, military officials came to the village to draft young men into the army. Seeing that the son’s leg was broken, they passed him by. The neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out.

“Maybe,” said the farmer.

Photo credit goes to Artist Martin Svoboda: http://www.saatchionline.com/art/Digital-Drawing-Good-Luck/72315/1274410/view#
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Two monks were returning to the monastery in the evening. It had rained and there were puddles of water on the road sides. At one place a beautiful young woman was standing unable to walk accross because of a puddle of water. The elder of the two monks went up to a her lifted her and left her on the other side of the road, and continued his way to the monastery.

In the evening the younger monk came to the elder monk and said, “Sir, as monks, we cannot touch a woman?”

The elder monk answered “yes, brother”.

Then the younger monk asks again, “but then Sir, how is that you lifted that woman on the roadside ?”

The elder monk smiled at him and told him “I left her on the other side of the road, but you are still carrying her.”

(Thank you for sharing @Billy_Chavalit)

Photo credit goest to Artist Arup Ghosh: http://www.saatchionline.com/art/Photography-Digital-MONKS/58834/1444318/view

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There was once a man of nearly ninety whose house faced a mountain. It was a great inconvenience whenever he wanted to go into town as he had to make a great detour. One day he decided to level the mountain with the help of his family. He would make trips with his son, his grandson and soon their widow neighbor’s son of seven or eight to dump buckets of rock and dirt into the sea. Each trip took several months. One day the wise man at the river bend said, “How stupid is this idea! You are old and weak. How can you dispose of so much earth and stone?” The Fool gave a long sign and said, “You are the dense one with not even the sense of the young widow’s son. Though I shall die, I shall leave behind my son, my son’s son and the many generations after that. Since these mountains can’t grow any larger. Who are you to say I cannot level these mountains.” Then the wise man had to say nothing.

photo credit to Artist Marcela Albuquerque: http://www.saatchionline.com/art/Painting-Acrylic-Montanhas-cortadas-Cutted-mountains/201430/177225/view#

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There once was a king. He had twelve ministers to whom he had to choose one prime minister. Daily, the ministers would come to him with many gifts and great news about his land, never sharing any of the bad news.

The king one day wandered into one of his villages disguised as a common man. He heard the sound of a harp and followed it down a lane.

The music came from a small house where a man was playing a harp. The king said “Good evening! How is everything coming along?” The man said “Very good, thank you.  I am a happy weaver who makes one basket a day which supports the nine people of my family. I not only pay my debts but also make a profit.”  The king replied “How is that possible?”

The weaver took the king to a small room where two people lay. The weaver said “These are my parents. They are my debtors. My parents brought me up and now that they are old I take care of them.” The king nodded.

Then the king was taken to another room where there were five children playing. Pointing at his kids the weaver said “They are my profits. I have to bring them up. When I get old they will look after me.  They, plus my wife and me make a total of nine.”

The king understood and then told the weaver his true identity saying “Do not tell anyone what you have just told me except in front of me.”

Back at the palace the king called his twelve ministers together. He said “A man who weaves one basket each day supports a family of nine by it and at the same time, he pays debts as well as makes a profit from it.

Can any of you explain this to me? Go find the answer within three days. Whoever can find the answer will be made prime minister.”

The twelve ministers were puzzled and searched high and low thinking the king must have heard a riddle.

Finally the ministers found the weaver and try to get the answer out of him. The weaver said the king told him he could not tell anybody. The ministers continued to beg him with increasing amounts of gold pieces.

The weaver replied “I will not tell you unless in-front of the king.”

The ministers were so eager for an answer they finally promised to give the man one hundred pounds of gold pieces. The weaver still shook his head and said no.

One of the ministers then took out one thousand gold pieces. The weaver finally accepted the money and explained the words to them.

The ministers returned to the king with the answer as if they had discovered the treasure/answer themselves.

The king thought the weaver must have given them the answer. The king went back to the weaver and asked him why he didn’t keep his word.

The weaver took out the thousand gold pieces and pointing to the picture of the king on the money said “I told them right in front of you. What is more? I said it in-front of you one thousand times!”

The king laughed and smiled at the weaver and said “You are very clever indeed. Will you be my prime minster?”

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