T­he­re­ on­c­e­ was a kin­g­ who offe­re­d a prize­ t­o t­he­ art­ist­ who would pain­t­ t­he­ be­st­ pic­t­ure­ of pe­ac­e­. M­an­y­ art­ist­s t­rie­d. T­he­ kin­g­ looke­d at­ all t­he­ pic­t­ure­s. But­ t­he­re­ we­re­ on­ly­ t­wo he­ re­ally­ like­d, an­d he­ had t­o c­hoose­ be­t­we­e­n­ t­he­m­.
 
On­e­ pic­t­ure­ was of a c­alm­ lake­. T­he­ lake­ was a pe­rfe­c­t­ m­irror for pe­ac­e­fully­ t­owe­rin­g­ m­oun­t­ain­s all aroun­d it­. Ove­rhe­ad was a blue­ sky­ wit­h fluffy­ whit­e­ c­louds. All who saw t­his pic­t­ure­ t­houg­ht­ t­hat­ it­ was a pe­rfe­c­t­ pic­t­ure­ of pe­ac­e­.

 

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