Jason Weiser

Nature itself was showing us the way.

Couldn't ask for a better sign than that.

King Sejong looked at the young man and laughed at the obvious incredulity on the student's face.

No one saw me, a king, painting honey on leaves to attract the worms, King Sejong laughed.

Now, though, we have a writing system that a wise man can learn in a morning and even the worst of students can learn in a week.

The king stood and the young man rose with him.

Everyone needs a little help.

I read your verses in your house.

You deserve to be here.

And it's a travesty that it took so long because you couldn't afford paper and brushes, even more so because you were caring for your father.

The king gestured to the door.

Those men write the rules and then call them fair.

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.