By J.A.K Murray
Once upon a time in the future at 1800’s A.D. a farmer was deceivingly shot in the head and wished that after he died his family would keep on being prosperous but he was afraid because his sons were lazy and also careless. He yodeled them to his bedside “there is a great treasure in the fields” he gasped his last breath. After his death his sons carefully dug everywhere in the fields. They found no treasure which made them frustrated but since they “plowed” so much they had an extraordinary crop that year that they survived comfortably. Then they realized that the treasure is the outcome of their own labour.
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