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| There was an old man who lived by a river that fed into a pond. Every morning he'd wake up and walk barefoot down to the pond. One day he came across a golden bag there, tied closed with hickory twigs | |
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| The old man carefully untied the twigs and looked inside. In it were three magazines rolled up and tied with three more hickory twigs. He pushed the bag down around the magazines and sat down. | |
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| He untied the hickory twig from the first magazine and began to read it. It was a magazine about kayaking and used words and terms the old man knew not. He threw the magazine into the river. | |
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| He opened the second magazine and started to read it. It was a magazine about royalty. He did not like royalty so also threw it into the river. The third magazine, however, would prove harder to open. | |
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| The hickory twig that bound it was tied tighter than the other two and try as he might, the old man could not seem to budge it. He thought a moment longer then snapped his fingers. | |
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| He walked to a nearby elm and took some sap off a twiglet with his thumb. He rubbed it around the hickory twig and lubricated it enough to slide the twig off. But after all this, what should he see? | |
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