Simple Ken returned from a night of fishing with nothing but a pile of rocks and wood.

“Simple Ken, you’re too gullible! All your hard-earned catch got swindled by those little rascals the whole night,” a passing old man said, chuckling and shaking his head.

“Oh, by the way, there was a big wind last night. The roof tiles on my house got blown off. Get some in town and fix it for me, will you?”

With his trademark silly grin, Simple Ken remained silent.

“Ah, what a fool. Go back quickly. Your missus is waiting for you to have breakfast,” the old man waved him off.

large, totaling just over a hundred residents, and Simple Ken

impression, Simple Ken was just a fool who never

a plain cottage with a fenced yard. Though it was small and somewhat shabby, it was

the dog stirred, wagging its tail in

you’re back?” A middle- aged woman came out, frowning at the sight of him. “It’s rock and wood again. Where are the fish and shrimp? Have

patted the mud on his

breakfast is ready. Eat while it’s

going to town to sell vegetables later. Don’t run around at home. When I

even

eyes and carried a basin of dirty clothes out, heading toward

was out of sight, he went back inside to have his breakfast. The meal was sumptuous, including a

hearty appetite, delighting in every bite. At that moment, the dog at

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