The Ferryman

All he does is row from one side of the river to the other, and he’s not sure what he’s done to deserve this kind of restless life. He’s strong, to be sure, but there’s a never-ending line of travellers all taking the same path during different times for the same reason, and he’s the only ferryman that mans this river.

He’s thought of countless possible solutions to his problem, including teaching all the travellers how to swim or draining the river dry so everyone would have to walk instead. But all his ideas required him to put in more effort than he’s currently using, so he sighs, and rows, rows with his oar until he’s finally given the idea to give his job away.

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