There once lived an old farmer who had been tending to his crops for many years. Everyday his brow would drip with sweat and his body would ache with overuse. One day his horse, who he loved and relied on, ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit. They offered sympathetic words, and pitied looks. “Such bad luck,” they said.

“Maybe,” the farmer replied. A few days later, the horse returned, bringing with it three other wild horses. “How wonderful,” the neighbors exclaimed.

“Maybe,” replied the old man. The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses but was thrown overhead, and broke his leg. The neighbors again came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune.

“Maybe,” answered the farmer. The day after, military officials came to the village to draft young men into the army. Seeing that the son’s leg was broken, they…

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