On the way to the village, and behind a large tree a robber was to be seen. He plunged out and hit the collector of shiny things on the head. The collector was stunned and for a moment saw only the sky whirling around him like a tornado. The robber stole his wallet and fled. Sadly, they were now without any means except for the shiny stone that was hidden away in a shabby pocket.
This was the first and not the last of a series of sad and unhappy events along the way to the Great city. If I were to tell them all to you, you would be sad too, and life is short, so lets keep the sadness even shorter. All this to say that in the end, the shiny rock was too, stolen. The two were left with only the clothes on their backs and the way home was filled with the growling of hungry voices in the belly, crying out for a morsel to eat!
The two strangers, however, became very good friends in the end. In fact, such good friends they would visit one another almost each and every day, and on one of these regular and frequent occasions, much to their surprise and joy, they found a whole deep well of these most shiny rocks, to share with one another!
And so, they did, just that! And the shine from their houses, when the sun did come out was a site to behold!
And so, it was.