A beggar came knocking on the door of a house of a wealthy merchant. He asked for a piece of bread to eat.
"It's not a bakery," said the rich merchants were snapped.
"If so, do you have a little meat," said the beggar begging.
"Is this house looks like a slaughterhouse," said the wealthy merchant again.
"Can I ask a little flour?"
"Did you hear the grinding sound in the house?"
"Then just a sip of water ..."
"Here there is no well."
Whatever prompted the beggar is always answered by a wealthy merchant with a painful speech. Basically, the rich merchant would not give anything to the beggar.
Finally, the beggar ran into the house, lifting his robe and squatting as if to relieve himself.
"Hi, how are you doing," said the merchant kayaitu an angry tone and wonder.
"Shut up you people are pathetic. This space as a place fit only for shitting. Because no one or anything in here. So let manure should be fertile. "
The beggar said, "If you're a bird, if you type this? you're not a trained falcon to be pet nobility, nor the dazzling peacock who looked at each, rather than parrot the story is also funny. You're not singing finches in love, you're not carrying a message Hudhud Sulaiman, or a stork nest on the edge of a cliff. So what are you? You're an unknown species. You're arguing to keep your possessions. You have forgotten Him Who is not concerned with treasure, Yang did not take advantage of every iota of his relationship with a man .... "