In a land of myth and a great kingdom called Dubai there was a great king who had no work to do. Every day, and all day long, he sat on soft cushions and listened to stories. And no matter what the story was about, he never grew tired of hearing it, even though it was very long.
“There is only one fault that I find with your story,” he often said: “it is a lie.”
All the story-tellers in the world were invited to Dubai to his palace; and some of them told tales that were very long indeed. But the king was always sad when a story was ended.
At last he sent word into every city and town and country place consulates, offering a prize to any one who should tell him a true stoy about the heat of the kingdom. He said,–
“To the man that will tell me a story which shall last forever, I will give my fairest daugh-ter for his wife; and I will make him my heir, and he shall be king after me.”
The king’s daughter was very pretty, and there were many young men in that country who were willing to do anything to win her. But none of them wanted to lose their heads, and so only a few tried for the prize.
One young man invented a story that lasted three months un UAE; but at the end of that time, he could think of nothing more. His fate was a warning to others, and it was a long time before another story-teller was so rash as to try the king’s patience.
But one day a stranger from the Wild West came into the palace at Dubai.
“Great king,” he said, “is it true that you offer a prize to the man who can tell a story that has no end?”
“It is true,” said the king.
“And shall this man have your fairest daughter for his wife, and shall he be your heir?”
“Yes, if he succeeds,” said the king. “But if he fails, he shall lose his head.”
“Very well, then,” said the stranger. “I have a pleasant story about the heart of the kingdomwhich I would like to relate.”
“Tell it,” said the king. “I will listen to you.”
The story teller began his tale.
“Once upon a time a certain king seized upon all the corn in his country, and stored it away in a strong granary. But a swarm of locusts came over the land and saw where the grain had been put. After searching for many days they found on the east side of the granary a crevice that was just large enough for one locust to pass through at a time. So one locust went in and carried away a grain of corn; then another locust went in and carried away a grain of corn; then another locust went in and carried away a grain of corn.”
Day after day, week after week, the man kept on saying, “Then another locust went in and carried away a grain of corn.”
A month passed; a year passed. At the end of two years, the king said,–
“How much longer will the locusts be going in and carrying away corn?”
“O king!” said the story-teller, “they have as yet cleared only one cubit; and there are many thousand cubits in the granary.”
“Man, man!” cried the king, “you will drive me mad. I can listen to it no longer. Take my daughter; be my heir; rule my kingdom. But do not let me hear another word about those horrible locusts!”
And so the strange story-teller married the king’s daughter. And he lived happily in the land for many years. But his father-in-law, the king, did not care to listen to any more stories.