Persona Non Grata

A story I heard before. In a tropical island, one man lived. He was a fisherman. He had some friends. He had lived by fishing just he needs. He fished when he want to do every day, slept when he want to do every day, played with his friends when he want to do every day, sometimes traveled when he want to do. He was satisfied enough. He was free. One day, another man who was worked in city as a management consultant came the island. The business man told the fisherman. "Analysis where and when you can fish the most. When the haul increase, recruit other fishermen and be manager. Then get bigger and superior ships. Try to export fishes to foreign countries. And you can be one of the richest man in this island." The fisherman asked. "So what can I realize?" The business man responded. "You will be able to play however and whenever you want to do so everyday, sometimes travel when you want to do. You will re...

One cat was there. So conceited cat. He often followed tigers who are much stronger and bigger than himself over familiarly. The tigers are so kind that let the cat do as he wanted but they all knew that he was still immature. The tigers were all gentle. The cat had yearned the tigers so much. Anyway, other cats don't approach for fear of tigers. By this thing and that, the cat was admitted to be superior in every way by others. He had already thought that he want to be real tiger. Off course, it's impossible. But he was serious. And if he is regarded as serious, he must be regarded as mad. So he didn't reveal his real intension to his friends for fear of that. Other cats quite respected him. So he pushed his luck and had approached tigers closer. "I've just gone hunting with Mr. tigers today!" "I'll go to their home tomorrow!" He is elated completely. But other cat also respect him more and more. Because they al...

                                                                                                       The chameleon was traveling. He had already been to many places and changed his body many colors. Once so shiny and blight. Once dirty like bog and unrecognizable any color. Short time ago, he had wanted something new and gone toward a blight tower. When he had reached the tower, beautiful chameleons were dancing there. So beautiful dance. There was a great place like dreamland for him. When he came to, he found himself became a color as the tower. He recognized he was dyed good looking. However, as time went on he had gotten to felt the color was not good gradually. As usual...