The vision ends.Loyal is sitting under the oak tree,with the raven,Oscar,preaching above him.Oscar crows,"All of the elegant gloves in the world can not harvest wheat from the barren ground."
The sun is just set;the partly cloudy sky is glowing a radiant orange.Loyal glances up at Oscar and then picking up a small stone,he tosses it,"I am not a fool,Oscar.I know the moral of this Al-Yeshua lesson."
"But my job is to make sure you see the connections,"caws Oscar.
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