The Wishing Bone
Long ago in ancient Greece, there lived a hunter named Ern. He was a horrible hunter because he never paid attention to tracks and smells. Every day he came home with nothing to eat except the mere grapes and olives he used as bait.
Then one day, he decided to get a new job. While he was walking to the market place, he tripped over an oddly shaped bone. He picked it up and wondered where it could have come from. He put it in his bag and continued his journey.
Meanwhile, one of the gods, Zeus, was looking for his wishing bone. I must have dropped it from the clouds. He thought to himself. He sent his messenger Hermes to Earth to try and find it.
What a beautiful day. Ern thought to himself. He was about two miles away from the market place. That’s when heard a low rumbling noise. He looked down. It was his stomach. I wish I had some grapes and bread. He thought. “POOF!” He looked over his shoulder and there were the most purple, ripe grapes he had ever seen. Wow! What a feast! But for some reason I don’t remember it being there. Oh well, I’m just too hungry for figuring. So he sat down and began to gorge himself on his mini feast.
“La la la la laaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” Hermes sang, “Let’s see, the bone should be located when I say this incantation: Oh nah how blaw kunab!”
“Mmm!” Ern said as he bit into the bread. “I’m so thirsty. I wish I had some grog.” “POOF!” Suddenly a huge bottle of whiskey appeared. While he was drinking his sack began to float away. “Hey!” he shouted. Then he began to follow the bag which led him to Hermes. “Give me back my bone!” Ern shouted. “It is not your bone, it is Zeus’s. Let me have the bone because it is not rightfully yours,” Hermes responded. “I don’t care,” Ern answered back. “Fine Ern, keep the bone but nothing good will come out of your life.” Hermes said and then he vanished.
When Ern got to the village he didn’t get any job and he became a street rat.
Moral: Return things that aren’t yours.