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Gold Long ago a very old man sat on a high hill, looking over the park and watching over the children. He was dressed in rags and only had a chest and a feather pen to keep him company though he wore a bright smile every day. A young boy once asked him "Why do you wear that smile of pleasure when all you know is a box and a feather?" The man watched the glisten in his eyes for a moment before silently standing up and kneeling beside his chest. "because young boy I know not displeasure." he said and unlocked the latch of the front of the box. "what do you keep in the chest that you sit on, the one that serves as your company?" the boy asked.