Let me tell you the tale of a time long before cats grow paws, in a village nestled amidst rolling hills and shimmering lakes, of a very old man that lived in the history of the village.

Pa Jabari is the oldest that lived in his time. He has seen the village grow and change over the years. A frail figure with so much vigour, the vigour is not in his frail figure, but in his head full of silver-grey hair.

The wrinkled folds that sags down his eyelids traced a map of wisdom on his face. Everyone knows no morsel of knowledge ever escaped his grasp, and for that he was greatly revered.

Pa Jabari's longevity is not the only reason he was revered in the village, even than the king. He possessed some unexplainable powers that made him communicate with animals and also forecast the weather. Whispers danced on the breeze of the meadow that he speaks to his shadow at times when the moon sits at the center of the sky.

He is neither a native doctor nor a diviner, this made the villagers fear him more. The villagers took delight in sharing tales of Pa Jabari's' powers, yet fear tinged their words whenever he was near.

But not long after, the same people that chorused "hosanna" chanted "nail him to the cross". But how did Pa Jabari get into this mess?
Stay tuned!

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