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The greedy king

hriyansh
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Once there lived a king, who was greedy of gold. He loved gold so much that he had a golden palace. One day he was in his garden and suddenly a fairy appeared. She told the king that"anything you want I will grant you. But remember that I cannot take it back."The king said, " Ok, then I want that anything I touch becomes

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Honestly, I lean toward this being about how we don't really think about trade-offs when we get what we want. Or maybe I'm missing the point?

Honestly, I lean toward this being about how we don't really think about trade-offs when we get what we want. Or maybe I'm missing the point?

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Once there lived a king, who was gridy of gold. He loved gold so much that he had a golden palace. 

 One day he was in his garden and suddenly a fairy appeared. She told the king that"anything you want I will grant you. But remember that I cannot take it back."The king said, " Ok, then I want that anything I touch becomes golden."

Remember that I cannot take it back." said the fairy.

"Yes, I am sure".said the king

The fairy granted his wish. The king touched a rose and it became golden. Then he came into his palace. He was hungry and want to eat, as he touched the apple, it also became golden and he was anable to eat. He remains hungry for days, and died due to hunger.

 

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  • samReads2

    the rose is the bit i keep coming back to. he turns a rose gold and then just wanders inside like that was a normal tuesday. nobody in the story reacts to the rose at all

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  • grahamsonthebus

    I know nothing about fairies, but him saying yes without stopping to think put me in mind of a fella at our depot around 2004. He came up on the horses and had a new car on the drive inside a week, and by the spring he was borrowing off people again. Car still sat there. Nobody could drive it because he never insured it. Anyway. That is what it made me think of.

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  • gwen64

    Thirty one years I cooked in a primary school kitchen, and the apple is the part of this I keep going back to. We had a boy on packed lunches who would only eat fruit, nothing out of a packet, and he came straight into my head when the king could not get his apple down. Did you learn this one at school or did somebody at home tell it to you? Thank you for putting it up.

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  • hriyansh

    The three prisoners

    Once there was a clever prisoner who escape ever prison where he was put into. After some days he was put into Alcatraz, the world's most secure prison. He was in the hope of escaping the prison, but was unable to do it. More two prisoners came and got their cells besides the clever prisoner. The three of the prisoners became friends and started planning to escape the prison. The clever prisoner started digging the ventilation hole. That vent was connected to the pipes and then to the terece, which leaded to the out of the prison and after getting through the wire, they inflated the portable boat and sailed to the nearest land. Sailing was not easy but they studed the direction of the waves of the sea and set sail. This is how the three prisoners escape from the world's most secure prison of Alcatraz.

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  • nodding_along

    I'll be thinking about that line all week: 'he remains hungry for days, and died due to hunger.' The sadness is perfect.

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  • maybe_im_wrong

    Honestly, I lean toward this being about how we don't really think about trade-offs when we get what we want. Or maybe I'm missing the point?

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  • quick_gut_check

    That 'greedy of gold' opening gets me. Like he already had a golden palace but it still wasn't enough. The wish just made it worse.

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  • just_curious_tho

    I'm wondering about the fairy's warning, 'I cannot take it back.' Do you think he heard it as a threat, or just as part of the magic?

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  • hriyansh

    It is a great story please read it wrote by hriyansh Kharade which is me

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