He approached a fish merchant to beg for small change.
The fish merchant took pity and a fish.
The pity touched his heart and the fish he cooked for the man.
The man's heart swelled with gratitude.
A man was hungry; on the streets.
He approached a fish merchant expecting a fish.
The fish merchant recognised the man.
Pity was joined by friendship and the fish was once again cooked.
The man was pleased; he got what he expected.
A man was hungry; on the streets.
He approached a fish merchant expecting a fish.
The fish merchant was sad, he had no more fish.
"Where is my fish? I am entitled to a fish."
The man left; hungry and angry.
The fish merchant wept.
Of course I am not like this man.
I know how to be grateful when others do kind acts.
I never let myself expect, nor feel entitled.
Wife, where is my cake? I always get cake with my tea!
I feel so disappointed that there is no cake today!
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