For Sunday Photo Fiction 200 word challenge.
Taking shelter from a storm, a simple peasant stumbled across a bell deep in a dank and dark cave.
“Find me a place with sunlight and fresh air and I will bring your village happiness or riches,” said the bell.
So the peasant and the other villagers carried the it home where they worked in harmony building a tower offering sunlight and fresh air aplenty. When finished they installed the bell which expressed great joy and reminded them of its promise.
But when it came time to choose between happiness and riches, there was discord, voices were raised, fists were shaken, stones were thrown. And they could not decide and disharmony came to dwell in the village.
Providentially, some months later, a passing sage heard the story, gathered the villagers and bid them a solution.
And so beneath the bell they fashioned a pit, filled it with natural waste from both man and beast, and spoke to the bell, “Bring us both happiness and riches; if not we will lower you into this well of misery and leave you there for all time.”
And the bell shuddered and shook and complained, but the villagers held firm and so the bell granted them both happiness and riches and they all lived contentedly ever after.