THE MAGIC ROPE
Dodi Indra
Long ago,
there lived a poor fisherman in Pelalawan named Wak Zahir. Every day, he went
fishing on the river with his small boat. Sometimes he caught many fish,
sometimes only a few.
“As long as
I can eat today, I am grateful,” he said with a smile.
One night, Wak
Zahir had a dream. An old man with white hair came to him and gave him a rope.
“Tomorrow
morning, take this rope to the spring upstream,” said the old man.
“Remember,
do not be greedy.”
Wak Zahir
nodded, although he did not fully understand.
The next
morning, Wak Zahir was surprised to see a rope beside him. He quickly paddled
his boat to the spring mentioned in his dream. When he arrived, he sat quietly
and waited.
After a
while, a rope suddenly appeared from the water. Wak Zahir pulled it slowly.
“This is just
like my dream,” he said in amazement.
As he pulled
harder, the rope turned into a shiny gold chain.
Seeing the
gold chain, Wak Zahir felt very happy.
“If I bring
this home, my life will change,” he said excitedly while pulling the chain
again and again.
Suddenly, a
bird landed on a tree branch and spoke,
“Wak Zahir,
cut the gold chain now! Take only enough.”
But Wak
Zahir did not listen. “Just a little more,” he replied. “There is still a lot
of gold.”
Suddenly, a
big wave came from the spring and knocked Wak Zahir down. When he woke up, the
gold chain was gone. Wak Zahir felt very sad and said softly,
“If only I
was not greedy and listened to the warning.”
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