fairy tales for grown up

A tourist

One tourist visited the famous sage.

The tourist was surprised to find that sage’s dwelling consists of only one room, full of books.
A table and a chair was all the furniture.

“Honorable, where is your furniture?” – the tourist was surprised.

“Where’s yours?” – Asked the sage.

“Mine? But I’m just passing through here. I’m a tourist here.”- the tourist replaied, more confused than surprised this time.

“Me too.” – whith a smile said the sage.

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