Master Olo and the Dragon
Summary
"I am but a poor, old tortle who simply wants to see the beauty of this island before I die. Would you grant me this wish?"
"No!" roared the dragon, "for only the strongest may sit atop this mountain and gaze upon the island's beauty. And since I am stronger than you, you must leave." And Noapun laughed.
"Are you sure that you are that much stronger than me?" said the old tortle.
"Of course I am!" said Noapun. "You are old and frail, and I am a dragon! How could be so foolish to think that you could be stronger than me!"
"Alright," said Master Olo, "then I propose a challenge to see who is the strongest."
"A challenge? Of course I will defeat you in any challenge of strength! What will it be?"
"The strongest one will be the one who carries his home across the island and back. Do you accept?" asked the tortle.
"Hah! I will prove that I am the strongest. And the loser must leave the island and never come back! How about that?"
Master Olo thought about Noapun suggestion, and accepted. With nothing but the shell on his back, Olo started down the mountain. Noapun, in all his treachery, flew down to the tortle village and burned every building to the ground, for surely Olo could not carry his home if it were burned to ashes. After doing this, Noapun flew back to his mountain. He gripped the peak and flapped his mighty wings. He flapped his wings for three days and three nights, but not even a dragon is strong enough to lift a mountain. Finally, he gave up, thinking that there would be no winner, but then, Master Olo returned.
"I see that you could not lift your mountain to carry it across the island," said the tortle.
"You are correct, but I see that you did not carry your house across the island, for I burned it to ashes!"
"Ah, but that was not my home," Master Olo explained. "My home is right here on my back." He pointed to his shell.
Noapun raged, but eventually he relented and left the island. Then, Olo stood on top of the mountain and was content. He built a monastery there, so that all of the tortle could come and meditate on the beauty of their island.
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