Long, long ago, this story was told. It has been told ever since, and today I tell it to you… the story of the drop of honey.
A hunter and his dog were high up in the desert mountains when they suddenly found a cave. The hunter went into the cave and discovered that it was filled with the most beautiful, clearest, and tastiest honey.
He took his waterskin, filled it with honey, left the cave, and went down the mountains.
He was not in his own homeland.
He came to a town where he met an oil seller. He went to the stall where the oil seller stood and offered to sell his honey – maybe in exchange for some oil? And the oil seller was very fascinated.
He just had to taste the honey, and when he did, a drop of honey fell to the ground.
Some flies buzzed and swarmed around the honey. And while the flies were eating the delicious honey, some birds flew down to peck and eat the insects. But as the birds flew, the cat belonging to the oil seller sprang at a bird and killed it. And as the cat sprang at the bird, the hunter’s dog jumped up and killed the cat.
The oil seller was filled with rage and kicked the dog so hard that the dog, unfortunately, died.
The hunter drew his hunting knife and stabbed it into the chest of the oil seller.
Those who were outside the stall came rushing in. They killed the hunter.
The story reached the people – in the hunter’s own country – about his murder. They sent people from his village across the border, and they killed many of the men in the town.
When the king in this land heard this story, he gathered a large army and waged war against his neighboring country. And the kingdom retaliated.
Wars raged for many years. And more wars have raged for many years since then: two great enemies in neighboring countries. And all because of a drop of honey.
