And then there was love and bananas no one knew and there was none. Instead the one who could did not and he was and his wife was too. At last the sun went down and some was here right there.
To be honest he went for the chair, no one had ever chosen the chair before and there was uproar in the crowds. How dare he? Had he no honor and respect for the elders? Someone had the truth.
The chair flew across the arena, happy to be free. At last.
The Saracen knew not what to do, neither did he and they saw it was a draw.
The price was not given and everyone ate soup to celebrate. Funny was the one holding the speech and won the draw. The law was written and there was peace a while.
Centuries later the legend was told once more, the chair was thrown, none understood and that was the way it had always been.
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