>>4568
never been much for poetry but I like a good story.
So a farmer's horse ran away. All his neighbors came to him and expressed their sorrow at his loss. He was unperturbed and simply replied. May be,May Be.
The next day the farmers horse returned followed by 2 wild horses! The farmers neighbors returned and cheered! You are so lucky they said. May be, May be.
The very next day the farmer came out of his house and his son was trying to break one of the new horses to the saddle. As a small crowd formed, the horse suddenly bolted throwin the farmers son off his back. He landed hard and broke his ankle, Oh, no we are so sorry for your loss they said to the farmer. May be, May be, he replied.
A few weeks later the farmer was called to the center of the village by the village bell. He and his son, now on crutches, went. There were military men from the capitol recruiting for a new and bloody war in the far north. The soldiers passed the farmers son by because he could not walk on his broken ankle… They instead took all his horses…