Magic bridge story
The bridge over the Kalar River was about to collapse. If the bridge fell, the citizens would be cut off from the outside world, unable to trade or receive tourists.
One day, the innkeeper asked Mrs. Bart at the grocery store, “How was your business this morning?”
“Terrible, I only sold one box of macaroni,” Mrs. Bart frowned.
“Same here, lately tourists are afraid to cross that bridge.”
“I heard the bridge cracked last night?”
“Yes, it could collapse at any moment.”
“Oh, we need a new bridge!” Mrs. Bart said.
The mayor and a teacher were just coming out of the town hall when they approached them.
“Building a bridge is too expensive, we can’t afford it,” the mayor said with difficulty.
“But without a bridge, we’ll go bankrupt,” Mrs. Bart said. “No one dares to cross that bridge now.”
The teacher shielded his eyes from the sun, “Look, someone is walking over the bridge!” he said.
It was a stranger, dressed in a peculiar long robe. He approached and bowed to everyone, “I am honored to visit the citizens of Kalar City.”
“Sir, are you here on a trip?” the innkeeper asked.
“I travel around doing business.”
“What do you sell?”
“Everything, sausages, cars, houses, shirts, bridges…”
“You say you sell bridges?” the mayor asked.
“Of course, all kinds of bridges, big, small, wooden, concrete.”
“We happen to need a bridge,” the mayor said.
“That’s easy,” the stranger laughed.
“Well, how much do you want?”
“No money, I only need your language.”
(To get something, you have to give up something else. Buying things with money is the same principle, understand?)
Everyone widened their eyes. He explained, “Just give me your language, and I’ll build you a beautiful bridge in 5 minutes. Of course, I won’t take all your language; I’ll leave you some essential words – eat, drink, sleep, bread, coffee, butter…”
“Then, are you a magician?” the innkeeper asked.
“I can do whatever I want,” he winked.
“We might as well give it a try,” everyone said.
“I object!” the teacher stood out, “How can we give up our language? Do you really believe a bridge can be built in 5 minutes?”
“Anyway, let’s give it a try,” everyone said.
“So, you agree?” The stranger immediately decided, “I’ll leave you some words – as I said: bread, milk, eat, drink, sleep, house, chair – and I’ll build you a new bridge.”
“Agreed.”
(Language is an important means of communication between people, so it’s really important to learn it well!)
The stranger pointed his index finger at the bridge, and instantly, a beautiful bridge with three arches appeared.
The mayor nudged the innkeeper with his elbow and said, “Bread, butter, eat, drink.”
The innkeeper looked at the mayor and replied, “Drink, sleep, house, chair.”
The mayor looked confused, “Bread, butter, eat, drink.”
“Chair, house, sleep, drink,” the innkeeper repeated.
Mrs. Bart wanted to join their conversation, so she said, “Coffee, chair, eat, house.”
From then on, the people of this city spoke like this. They desperately wanted to talk but could not understand what each other was saying.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
