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The vain and superstitious King, who's prize Arabian thoroughbred was the talk of the realm, wanted the chance to show off a singing horse to his rival Monarchs. While sceptical of the thiefs claims, he felt the executioners blade could just as easily drink the thiefs blood next year as this, and after all, the world was veritably a strange and magical place. | The vain and superstitious King, who's prize Arabian thoroughbred was the talk of the realm, wanted the chance to show off a singing horse to his rival Monarchs. While sceptical of the thiefs claims, he felt the executioners blade could just as easily drink the thiefs blood next year as this, and after all, the world was veritably a strange and magical place. | ||
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The thief nodded, as a relieved smile spread across his face, and said slowly "Perhaps, but many things can happen in a year. The Horse may die. The King may die. I may die. | The thief nodded, as a relieved smile spread across his face, and said slowly "Perhaps, but many things can happen in a year. The Horse may die. The King may die. I may die. | ||
And...perhaps the horse will learn to sing....." | And...perhaps the horse will learn to sing....." | ||
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~ Aesop, I think | ~ Aesop, I think | ||
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Meecro Hyperion Stuff
The vain and superstitious King, who's prize Arabian thoroughbred was the talk of the realm, wanted the chance to show off a singing horse to his rival Monarchs. While sceptical of the thiefs claims, he felt the executioners blade could just as easily drink the thiefs blood next year as this, and after all, the world was veritably a strange and magical place.
The thief was released into the custody of the Kings StableMaster, a rugged and world-worn veteran of many campaigns. He laughed heartily at the thiefs futile attempt to escape his fate, and remarked, finally "You know I speak the truth when I say that you have merely postponed your doom, although it was skilfully done." The thief nodded, as a relieved smile spread across his face, and said slowly "Perhaps, but many things can happen in a year. The Horse may die. The King may die. I may die. And...perhaps the horse will learn to sing....."
~ Aesop, I think
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