When I was a boy, I heard a story called Stone Soup. It went something like this:
One cold and rainy night, a farmer sat in his living room, when he heard a knock at the door. Upon answering the door, he beheld a shabby looking stranger.
Farmer: Sorry. No handouts.
Stranger: I’m not here to ask for anything. I’m here to offer you something.
Farmer: What is it?
Stranger: I have a magic stone.
Farmer: What’s magic about it?
Stranger: You can make soup from it.
Farmer: How do you make soup from a stone?
Stranger: You…
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