Pestilence was on its way to Damascus and sped by a chief’s caravan in the desert.
“Where are you speeding to?” asked the chief.
“To Damascus. I mean to take a thousand lives.”
On its way back from Damascus, Pestilence passed by the caravan again. The chief
said, “It was 50,000 lives that you took, not a 1,000.”
“No,” said the Pestilence. “I took a thousand. It was Fear that took the rest.”
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Pestilence was on its way to Damascus and sped by a chief’s caravan in the desert.
“Where are you speeding to?” asked the chief.
“To Damascus. I mean to take a thousand lives.”
On its way back from Damascus, Pestilence passed by the caravan again. The chief
said, “It was 50,000 lives that you took, not a 1,000.”
“No,” said the Pestilence. “I took a thousand. It was Fear that took the rest.”
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