The king is upset. His room in the castle is cold, so was the room across the hall, and all the other rooms as well. He needs to blame someone.
"Why the room is cold?" he quizzes the servant.
"I am afraid the God is gone. The wind yellowing the trees, then baring them brown. We are at the end of our journey. World is going to end." the servant replies.
"You immigrants ruined this. You ruined everything!" the king yells back.
"Are n't we all immigrant on the face of the earth." the servant whispers.
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