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Friday, May 13, 2011
The Goose that laid Golden Egg
There once lived an old maiden and a goose that can lay golden egg. Every morning, the old maiden will go to the nest and will find her goose with a large, golden, glittering egg right beside. The eggs were sold and the money earned were just enough for the old maiden to live peacefully with her goose.

Some days, the egg was slightly bigger, allowing them to indulge in better food for the day and to even buy some clothing. While there were times when the eggs was so small, they can only have a light meal to last the entire day.


Over the years, a bond it built upon them. Where the goose laid her eggs, while the old maiden sells the egg and earn the money. The goose, knowing that their livelihood depend solely on its egg, tried its best to produce the finest quality egg it can produced by exercising and eating right!



One day, the goose fell sick suddenly. For some time, it produced the smallest and lowest quality golden eggs it ever produced. It doesn't even worth anything.

The old maiden, concerned by her cost of living, went up to her goose and complained,"You know our lives depend on your eggs, why don't you just produce better quality ones?"

"Given a choice, of cause I will want to provide ourselves with a better life. But I'm sick, its something I can't control," the sickly goose whispered, feeling guilty of its incapability.

"You belong to me, its your duty to ensure I am well fed, no matter what,"the old maiden proclaimed, holding a knife up high,"I will chop you off and remove all the eggs within you if you can't produce the eggs I want."

Sadly, the goose replied,"I am a goose, golden eggs mean nothing to me. I am supposed to be laying normal eggs which can hatch into gooselings. Yet, being able to lay golden egg is what I can only do. The golden eggs I produced means more to you than to me. Perhaps, you are the only reason why I exist, to be laying eggs for you. And because Perhaps, you are the the only reason why I exist, it is my duty to ensure I am laying golden eggs for you. I knew that all too well and I will always do everything within my power to fulfill my duty. I really don't mind doing that for you, you can chop me up and eat me all you like. For I am just an animal, I am a goose"

With that, the old maiden chop the goose and finally had her delicious 鹅肝 and 北京烤鹅 that she had been craving for a long long time. To the maiden, the goose is just another animal.


Catching the falling leaves ...[12:02 AM]
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