14 September 2012
Once upon a time, in a far away place, Over the mountain and under the glace, A small village boy you'd think you mistook, Gleamed as he opened his very first book.
"Open a book, who knows what you'll find!" He had been warned, with half-hearted mind. "They'll put ideas in your head, So stay away," his Father said.
"Why would you read when you can play?" Had asked his friend, one sunny day. "Books are for the dull and wise," Affirmed his Mom, with cold demise.
"Reading books won't hunt your meat," Had said the people in the street.
"Forget the books and learn to fight!" Advised his brother one dark night.
"Books and scrolls for bearded fools!"
"There's nothing there but graphs and rules."
"Reading is a waste of time."
"Books won't earn you a single dime!"
... But one day Grandpa slipped him a penny...
"Why settle for one when you could read many?"
The boy blinked. "But... What good are books for, then?"
Grandpa winked.
"Open a book and you'll understand."
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Open A Book • Opuss № I