I sat down with Annabel my four-year-old daughter in the dark, cold, and silent night besides the gentle sea.
We stared at the magnificent and colourful sky. As the stars shone like sugar split over a black marble, the moon lying quietly in this black and blue sky.
While enjoying the gentle breeze blowing on our faces, Annabel asked.

"Mummy, why was the candle wax grateful to the flame?".
My face went from beatific to slackjawed, while her face became more peering.
I knew changing topics wasn't going to work for her so I decided to tell her a story about the flame and candle wax.
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A long time ago, there lived a very young man. He was the strongest of his peers ever lived. He had no friends but he had foes; men who wanted to be like him but couldn't so all they did was hate on him.
He never used his strength to help any, and no one asked. And because of this, many called him selfish.

One day, an interesting fellow came to live in this small town. And he was quite the...