by Ben Godby
One day, a peasant, a warrior, a merchant and a priest appeared before the Angel of Death.
“Tell me about yourselves,” said the Angel.
“I was born in a village called Thim,” said the peasant. “In spring, the pastures ripen green, in summer the harvest is yellow, and in winter the earth is hidden with a veil of snow.”
“And in the autumn?”
She cast her eyes downward.… Keep reading...