I heard this story from the National Public Radio. It has a funny twist which I would like to share with my readers.
Once upon a time, there was a very good old man. He was so good that he would not hurt any animals not even a mosquito which sucked his blood.
There was such a mosquito which sat on his arm sucking his blood. The old man said that such a poor mosquito who must be very hungry. Let the mosquito fed with my blood.
The mosquito fed on his blood for a while then felt satisfied and flew away.
But, then the mosquito told his mosquito friends. So, a hundred mosquito came to suck this good old man's blood.
These hundred mosquito then told their mosquito friends. So a thousand mosquito came to suck this good old man's blood.
Pretty soon, a million mosquito came. By the time, these million mosquito were fed, the very good old man died.
The end.
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