Jason Weiser

And if you want to make the world a better place, you need to take and give help when you can.

All right, let's get you out of those mourning clothes.

The student, wearing new clothes and riding home on a white horse, told his father, who marveled with tears in his eyes.

Hunger never visited their house again.

And though they did have the occasional ant in their kitchen, they did not mind.

I heard your wife was sick.

Chu, the silk merchant, heard knocking at the door.

He rushed from his wife's side and answered the door.

Timber Top, the physician, stood with his bag by his side and, with the hint of a bow, walked in.

You're the great physician from the capital, right?

The silk merchant, whose dead father had been telling him to kill his wife, was so pale and thin that he seemed a shade of his former self.

I am, Timbertop said, then looked around.

He had never been here before, right?

Had the silk merchant or his wife been to Seoul recently?

No, Chu said.

His wife had been in bed, sick, for the past two weeks, ever since... Okay, how long has your wife been in the form of an ox?

Timber Top cut right to it.

After the silk merchant explained that she was not in the form of an ox...

Timbertop took his hat and made for the door.

A waste of half of a day.