Saturday, January 18, 2020

Clever Carla

Clever Carla

In the city of Palermo, Italy, there lived a poor farmer and his young daughter, Carla. The
farmer worked hard to cultivate fine grains and fresh vegetables, which he sold at a nearby
market. Carla helped her father by watering the plants and collecting the grains.
Scene 1
One day the farmer loaded his wagon with grains and hitched up his only horse.
Farmer : Wish me luck, Carla, I am going to the market and hope to return
before dark with my pockets filled with money.
Carla : Good luck, Papa. Do come back soon. I will have the rest of the
grains collected by the time you come back.
Scene 2
In the Street
Merchant : Hey! Wait, my good fellow.
(He picks up a handful of grains and admires them.)
I see you do fine work. Very fine indeed! (He looks at the farmer with
a sly grin.) How much for everything?
Farmer : Twenty copper pieces for everything.
Merchant : It’s a deal! Here is the money. (The merchant climbs on to the wagon,
seats himself next to the farmer.)
Now step down and be on your way.
Farmer : What’s this?
Merchant : Come now, my dear fellow, let us not argue. You did agree to sell
me everything, didn’t you?
Farmer : Well, yes... but....
Merchant : I take you at your word. ‘Everything’ includes your wagon and
your horse. After all, a deal is a deal! If you don’t agree with me,
we will go before the judge. There is one just down the street!
The Corn

The Corn

‘Tell me, grandfather,’ began the king, ‘when and where
was such corn grown? Have you ever bought any like it,
or sown it in your fields?’
And the old man replied:
‘Corn like this used to grow everywhere in my time. I
lived on corn like this in the days of my youth, and fed
others on it. It was such a grain that we used to sow, reap
and thresh.’
And the king asked:
‘Tell me, grandfather, did you buy it anywhere, or did
you grow it all yourself ?’
The old man smiled.
‘In my time,’ he answered, ‘no one ever thought of such
a sin as buying or selling bread; and we knew nothing of
money. Each man had enough corn of his own.’