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The wise man smiled and said to the sultan:
«I think you don’t need my advice anymore. I could not have said better.»
GreediBerry
Once there lived a man in a village. His name was Frol. Everything was fine with him: he had a nice house, a milk-cow, laying hens, a fertile field. But once he decided to go to the forest and pick sweet berries. He was about to leave when his neighbor, an old woman, told him:
«Frolushka, pick some berries in the forest and bring a handful to me. I am too old to go to the forest alone.»
«All right,» the kind Frol agreed. «Don’t worry, I’ll bring a whole basket of berries for you, so that you could eat as much as you like.»
«Thank you, dear! But I’ll give you one important piece of advice. Don’t go to the huge cliff above the river,» the old woman warned.
«Why not?» the curious man asked.
«There is a bad berry there. GreediBerry! If you eat it, you will become greedy. And great trouble may happen to you then.»
Frol laughed at the old woman’s words and went to the forest. He was walking along the road and thinking: «That’s stupid. There is no GreediBerry. And even if it existed, what is the trouble with greediness? Nobody has ever died of it. Greedy people just become richer than others.» thought Frol and headed for the huge cliff.