A man named Jonathan was traveling through the midlands, when he came upon a city by a river. The villagers viewed him warily, as he was clearly a Westerner. Still, one villager, noticing his small satchel, asked “what is that you have there, stranger.”
“Why, that is my Scott stone. It is used for making soup.”
“Strange…” the villager responded. “I would not think a Scott stone could make soup.”
Jonathan offered to demonstrate, and set a pot to boil, adding the Scott stone. He tasted the broth, and proclaimed “this is quite good, but dash of Haslett weed would give it some great flavor.”
The villager obliged, and brought the Haslett weed, which was added to the pot. It did improve the soup, but still it was not complete.
“In days past,” Jonathan explained, “I added some Saunders roots to the soup. That really added something great.” And so, another villager brought this ingredient, which was added.
“Almost perfect,” Jonathan proclaimed, “all we need now is some Devaney beef. Just a touch would make this complete.” This final ingredient was added, and all feasted on the delicious meal prepared.
The next day, as Jonathan prepared to leave the next day, he offered to sell the Scott stone to the villagers so that they could make more of the wonderful soup.
“What are we, a bunch of morons?” the villagers scoffed, turning their backs on the shyster, “clearly, we don’t need the Scott stone.”
The end.
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