Magic Lamp story
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Once upon a time, long ago, Nortan, who was fatigued from his month long trip, was riding on his camel and decided that he would take a break. He dreamed about Jovempaz, the magical golden lamp hidden in the depths of the Arabian Desert. A sandstorm approached his spot and his camel yanked off the rope which was holding him to the tree and galloped off with all of Nortan’s supplies. Nortan was all alone. He had no compass. He had no map. He didn’t know where he was. He covered his face with his turban and started wandering. Soon itchy sand flew into his eyes and he dropped down dejected on his knees. He hid beneath a shelter of palm leaves. By the time the storm subsided, kind peasants carried the feeble traveler into the village. They fed him dates, washed his clothes in the river, and provided a bed of hay until he was restored back to full health. One day, Nortan spied the king shah’s beautiful maid, he decided to impress her by telling her a joke.
“Hey pretty lady, here’s one of my favorite jokes about a king, what is king with the funniest name? Shahahahahahahah!!!”
The maid quickly told the king what he told her and cried, “He insulted you!!!!”
“What was his name?” The king roared.
“N-N-Nortan,” she replied.
So, the king sent 20 archers to shoot silver tipped arrows, which makes the victim unconscious. The kind villagers overheard of the Shah’s plan. They packed supplies, told him he was in danger, and told him to flee. He looked behind him and saw the 20 archers after him. His heart skipped a beat. Clumsily he scrambled over the dune. His hands were trembling. Nortan swore he would never insult a king again.
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He fled west through the mountains, across the Yamuna River, and into the woods. He thought, “Is this interminable run ever going to end.” He was in the scorching desert; he listened and heard a cactus wren singing its song. It flew near a
Once upon a time, long ago, Nortan, who was fatigued from his month long trip, was riding on his camel and decided that he would take a break. He dreamed about Jovempaz, the magical golden lamp hidden in the depths of the Arabian Desert. A sandstorm approached his spot and his camel yanked off the rope which was holding him to the tree and galloped off with all of Nortan’s supplies. Nortan was all alone. He had no compass. He had no map. He didn’t know where he was. He covered his face with his turban and started wandering. Soon itchy sand flew into his eyes and he dropped down dejected on his knees. He hid beneath a shelter of palm leaves. By the time the storm subsided, kind peasants carried the feeble traveler into the village. They fed him dates, washed his clothes in the river, and provided a bed of hay until he was restored back to full health. One day, Nortan spied the king shah’s beautiful maid, he decided to impress her by telling her a joke.
“Hey pretty lady, here’s one of my favorite jokes about a king, what is king with the funniest name? Shahahahahahahah!!!”
The maid quickly told the king what he told her and cried, “He insulted you!!!!”
“What was his name?” The king roared.
“N-N-Nortan,” she replied.
So, the king sent 20 archers to shoot silver tipped arrows, which makes the victim unconscious. The kind villagers overheard of the Shah’s plan. They packed supplies, told him he was in danger, and told him to flee. He looked behind him and saw the 20 archers after him. His heart skipped a beat. Clumsily he scrambled over the dune. His hands were trembling. Nortan swore he would never insult a king again.
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He fled west through the mountains, across the Yamuna River, and into the woods. He thought, “Is this interminable run ever going to end.” He was in the scorching desert; he listened and heard a cactus wren singing its song. It flew near a