Turn sought to convey the second seed, I want to grow quickly. I will grow into a beautiful bush, which shows that there is life here. I will grow into a big tree with boughs that branch everywhere. I want to be a tree that gives fruits to everyone who have been through. I want to protect every person who stay below me from the frosty rain and the burning sun.
1 week later, this last seed grows beautifully and gives the magnificence in the middle of this empty area that is quite dry. Meanwhile the first seeds still does not want to continue to grow and dwells in the land. A cock however comes and scratch that soil. He finds the first and then swallows it...
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28 October 2008, told to my junior in the frosty atmosphere at Maghrib in Salman after the drizzle that just blew.
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