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As he recited his tales, the sun crossed the sky. So many great events that happened thanks to the magic of that shaker. And with every praise to the magic of the shaker, the witch would giggle and smile a little wider. He told of his daugthers, his sons, his workers, the town, the capital, the happy wife, until he had nothing else to say.
>And so, I want to return the magic shaker, so that someone else can benefit, as I have.
She smiled and nodded, looking at his eyes for a moment. He felt embarrassed again, and looked away, as though he was sitting in front of a school teacher for some reason.
She spoke
>My lord, you have had a wonderful life. by your hand you've fed a strong family, hundreds of workers, and sent food to the king, helped give the nation victory over savage tribes on the borders. Your sons travel on seas, meet with kings, you've prepared bridges, boats, and gifts to charities. Your name will be remembered for generations.
He started, humbled by his place before the magic,
>All thanks to the shaker.
She Laughed
>The shaker? The shaker??
Her voice rising she snatched the little red clay shaker violently, she rose and threw it into the fire where it shattered. The man stood, confused and afraid. She continued, and he looked at her with grave concern. Had she lost her mind, had some evil force taken her?
>The Shaker? Ho ho ho! My good sir, the shaker is clay. Bought it from a traveling merchant so he could eat lunch and get to the next county. That shaker has no more magic than a skipping stone or a wagon wheel.
His face passed a dozen emotions as she spoke.
>That makes no sense, I saw my farm's curse lifted the first season! If it wasn't magic from the shaker, then...