Finnabu The Wiseman, Zirzel and His Friend Juny

   Finnabu was crossing a small paddy field when the boy, Zirzel, saw him and called, "Finnabu, finnabu, where are you going?" He ran toward him pulling Juny on her wrist. "Come, Juny, come, He is a good old great man."

   The girl was his rich neighbors daughter, just about his age and she was cute and lovely like the boy. But both of them did not look like a rich children, their face had gotten dusty from their plays and they look just like a parentless children. They were playing in the muddy paddy field, trying to catch fishes around Zirzel father's fish trap. 'Of course, when nature paints us in the same color, who can differentiate the rich and the poor? This makes sure we all are of the same kind.'

   Finnabu sat upon a stone and wide open his arms, “To the next village.” He held the children and put them in his laps. Seeing Juny rubbing the old man white moutache, the boy realize his chance and rubbed the wiseman's beard.

   “Can we have a life free of worries,“ the boy asked.

   “Yes an understanding and better life,” the girl joined, 'for worries and troubles does never differentiate the rich and the poor,' as she rub his moutache down to the beard interestingly.

   ‘Aw this curious children’s hearts are richer than richmen,’ he thought.
   "Wisdom will give you a life free of worries, but a better life and understanding," he gasps. "But by wisdom you will know what is right and wrong, how to get rid from worries and a choice. And it will depend on your choice. But I advice you to chose that which is right, for worries comes with wrong things," he added as he hugged them.

"We will seek for wisdom and always chose what is right, Finnabu," said Zirzel.
"Yes we will," Juny added.

   "Then, sure will you have a life so desirable than many who do not seek wisdom. But the only secret to find wisdom is to seek it with all your heart, soul and mind."

"Yes, we will," the children said almost together.

 The boy’s father interrupted them, "Where have you two been, its time to go home for dinner," He turned to Finnabu, "Oh Finnabu it’s you?" Finnabu let the children go from his arms.

"I saw them playing in the field so I thought I should chat with them before I pass."
“Its nice of you.." he turned back to the children, "Ok, move on children."

"Bye.. bye.. Finnabu," the children wiped the air.

"Bye."

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