a lonely old man that had traveled a long way through the woods with a huge bundle of sticks, found himself so weary that he put it down and called for death to deliver him from his most miserable existence. death came right away at his call and asked him what he wanted. the man became nervous and simply replied, "please, good sir, do me but the favor to help me up with my sticks again."
it is one thing to call for death and another to see him coming.
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aesop's fables
Short Storyit is not only fine feathers that make fine birds. -aesop || ty loves for 4k:)💞✨
