A roadsign

A long time ago, a travelling merchant crossed the dessert roads where nothing grew. Each time he came to a stop, he threw three rocks and thought to himself ;" If i told a story about a demon hiding under those rocks i can sell rocks to everyone who passes this road ever after. "

So when he passed by a band of simple men, he did sell a bunch of rocks that they threw in the same exact spot.

The band of simple men told their story to every one they came by, a simple tale told like this;" A merchant sells a one of a kind merchandise "

What few never knew, the merchant paved the first path of a roadsign when the rocks became seven feet high.. And the simple men, they got something to believe in.

a reply to: LauGhing0ne

Nice👍🏽