There was once a man who was walking. He was short, old, and frail. He was covered in dirt, and his clothes had many holes. But besides his many flaws, he could walk, and so he kept walking, his face towards the earth and his mind at ease. He dragged an old cart behind him, filled with many things, covered with a rag. He walked for a long time until he came upon a town. At this town, he decided that he was going to stop for a while before he went on to continue walking. Traveling through the town, he noticed its people were tall, strong, and good-looking; they wore pure clothing, and their faces glowed with health.
Eventually, he came upon two men in the middle of an argument about which of the 2 was stronger, better looking, or had more money. When they saw the feeble little man walking in their direction, they stopped him. The first man said, "You there, my small friend; come here."
Naturally, the little man did, and set his cart down.
"I want you to tell this fool right here that he is inferior to me!"
The second man replied, saying, "The only one inferior is you!"
"Fine! Then perhaps we should settle this; show me all the wealth you have, and we can see who is really superior," said the first man.
So, the second man brought forward a great mound of valuables that towered over the little man. Then, the first man took out his valuables to present. "Obviously I have more wealth than you do!" said the second man.
"You must be blind," said the first man, "Clearly I have more than you do!"
The second man then challenged the first man, saying, "Fine; if you truly are so foolish to believe that we have equal amounts of wealth, than we should have a fight to see who is more physically capable."
"I accept," said the first man, "And if you defeat me, all my wealth is yours."
"And if you beat me, you take my valuables," said the second man.
They then both turned to the little man, who had been silently observing the dispute, and told him to be the mediator of the fight, gave him their wealth, until a victor was decided. And then the two men began to duel; kicking, punching, and each throwing himself upon the other, without a sense of their wild state. They fought for a long time, with no purpose.
Eventually, the first man lay upon the ground, beaten until he was bloody,not moving. The second man stood, equally damaged and wobbling. He began walking over to the little man, who had, again, been standing silently, observing the fight. He had almost reached his prize of wealth and superiority, when he collapsed to the ground, dead from his wounds.
The little man, so inferior to all others, silently walked to his cart.
Casting aside the old rag on top of it, he revealed that, inside, it was filled with magnificent riches. He carried and added the two mens' piles of fortune to his cart; then covered it back up with the old rag. He gathered up his now far heavier cart and began to walk. The feeble, old, little man walked out of the town, and kept on walking.
)-- OR the copper of the coins in the riches...? I just really think this story could use a bit more meat- otherwise it sorta (and I'm not saying this to be mean at all) feels like a husk. 
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