Island

mountain 2There was a man who lived on an island
And there was nowhere to walk because the island was a mountain
And every day he would do something
Each day he carved away a little of the mountain at the bottom
And one day there was a path that went all the way around the island
His children found that they could walk around the island
And then they began to do something
And every day they carved away a little of the mountain
Today the island is a castle where his grandchildren live
And the grandchildren still do something

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