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	3 - The barn in the farmstead had a humongous bag of the sweetest rice they ever had.  So, one by one, they marched, day and night, never resting, to that bag of rice.  When they got there, they hoisted a grain on their backs, and marched home, and ate it
4 - ... and they're still doing that to this day.		2 - That is why each and every one of them traveled the distance between their home and the farmstead.
	1- Hmm...Once upon a time, there were these tiny little ants, see?  And they lived in this small anthill miles away from the nearest farmstead.  Well, these ants were particularly fond of rice, did you know?  Anyway, since they lived in China, they grew very very fond of rice.
plagiarized from Dad	Moral of the story?  I suppose it's zen.

   

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