A long, long time ago...
In a kingdom far, far away...
An ogre was sowing terror upon the countryside.
The king sent his mighty knights to slay the foul beast
but thet are no match to the ogre's strength.
Finally, with a sad heart, the king sent his eldest prince to kill the ogre.
Off went the eldest prince with his trustee steed.
Weeks went by and the eldest prince has not returned.
But one morning, the king was awaken by the news that the ogre has returned
and more terrifying than before.
With a heavier heart, the kind sent his second prince to kill the ogre.
Off when the second prince with his trustee steed.
Weeks went by and the second prince has not returned.
But one morning, the king was awaken by the news that a bigger ogre has returned
and more devastating than before.
With a much bleeding heart, the king sent his most beloved and youngest prince to kill the ogre.
Off went the youngest prince with his trustee steed.
Deep into the forest he went, his sword and shield he held mightily in his hands.
At last he met the ogre, and in a mighty battle that ensued, the youngest prince succeeded
to slay at last the foul beast.
And as the lifeless carcass of the ogre lie on the ground, it shrunk and transformed into the form of the second prince, his elder brother, who only days ago had also slain the eldest prince.
And as the youngest prince stood there, he became the ogre that he slew.
There is always the danger that we become the ogre we were sent to slay.
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