|Once upon a time there was an old farmer
who had worked his crops for many years.
One day his horse ran away.
Upon hearing the news,
his neighbors came to visit.
“Such bad luck,”
they said sympathetically.
“Perhaps,” the farmer replied.
|The next morning the horse returned,|
bringing with it three other wild horses.
“What great luck!”
the neighbors exclaimed.
“Perhaps,” replied the old man.
|The following day,
his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses,
and broke his leg.
The neighbors again came
to offer their sympathy on his misfortune.
“Perhaps,” answered the farmer.
|The day after, military officials came to the village|
to draft young men into the army.
Seeing that the son’s leg was broken,
they passed him by.
The neighbors congratulated the farmer
on how well things had turned out.
“Perhaps,” ... said the farmer.
© 2013 MU-Peter Shimon