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Which country? USA

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Once upon a time, in a far away kingdom, there lived a very special young girl. She had a keen intelligence and a fine desire to live right and help people, but it wasn't always easy, for most of the time, she was told to be quiet, sit still, do as you're told, it's none of your business, and many other cutting, painful words to that effect.

She did the best she could to please those around her, although, it is fair to say, that sometimes it was very hard, and sometimes she lost her temper, and sometimes she cried because it was unfair and she felt no-one listened to her at all, or even saw her properly.

One day, she had to take a large cart of vegetables to the market. It was hard work and the cart was heavy; the road she walked on was muddy and rutted and the wheels of the cart were old and worn out wood. When she got to the market, she noticed a story teller standing by the fountain. Around him was a crowd of people, and they all looked at him and although he spoke softly, sometimes their eyes would widen, and sometimes, they would all burst out laughing all as one, and yet at other times, they would cry and weep.

The girl stood and listened and watched all day as the story teller wove his magic spell across the people, old and young, man and women, rich people and poor; and it was not so much the stories themselves she listen to but how and what he said, and she marveled at his art and at his power.

When the evening came and all the stall holders packed up their remaining wares to go home again, and all the buyers and lookers had long gone home, the story teller came over to the girl just as she was about to start dragging the heavy cart back out into the road. "I have been watching you watching me all day," he said in his soft but resonant voice which went right through the young girls body and she had to stop and look at him.

He was middle aged, dark haired and didn't look so special, yet the young girl knew that this was a deceiving thing for she had seen what he could do with the people of the town. She thought she didn't know what to say to him in return, but from nowhere, words came to her and she heard herself say: "I would know what you know, I would do the magic that you can do." And then she gasped because she didn't think that she could want such a thing at all, never mind speak such a want out loud to this stranger.

But he smiled at her and said, "It is true and right. I go amongst the markets for one purpose only; to find the one that stands and sees with more than their eyes, that hears with more than their ears, and understands with their heart. I would offer you, special one, to become my apprentice and to come away with me to learn the art of the magic of the spoken word."

The young girl thought she didn't believe what he had said, what he had offered her, and yet she also understood that she only thought this, for indeed, she knew that she saw with more than her eyes, listened with more than her ears and understood in her heart that it was true, and it was right, and that it was for her.

So she smiled and turned her back on the muddy cart and followed the story teller to that special place where the ones go that understand such things, and where they learn to unlearn all the teachings that got in their way of speaking the truth, so that those who heard it would know, and not only know, but feel it in their own hearts, too.

Ed's note: Thanks anonymous!!