A family was on their way to their ancestral home. They had run out of drinking water and there were no shops on the way. Brown, barren land stretched away endlessly. Suddenly, they spotted a small wooden cabin. They stopped and knocked at the door. An old man answered it, inviting them in. His wife served them food and drink. The old couple would not take any money for their hospitality, so the father left the money on the wooden bench that stood in the corner. Soon, they reached the parents’ home and narrated their story. “That’s odd,” said the grandmother. “I have never seen a wooden cabin there.” On their way back, the family decided to meet the old couple again. They remembered the cabin because of a great black stone stood near it. The stone was there, but there was no cabin. An old decayed bench stood next to the stone. The money lay on that.
Money on the Table
