The Prophet was born and grew up in a little city of a pagan island. He was a devoted and modest person, and he hated to be in the center of public attention. He just devotly washed bishop's feets, as the law wanted. The bishop was a very important and generous person, and all island's unhabitants respected bishop's honor. The bishop, secretly, loved the Prophet.
Somehow, the prophet felt happy. At those times, in the island, all people were addicted to the deepest corruption, of soul and body: everyday the little town's rest was disturbed by murders and rapes: importance of human life was very low. One day, the prophet drunk a bottle of wine. This was a serious insult of the law, and then the people took him to prison.
The bishop, using his influence, got the freedom of the Prophet, but on one condition: the prophet had to leave the island, in fact people were too angry for tolerating him anymore. The Bishop gave him a boat and a pig, and blessed him sweetly, knowing that he wouldn't see him never more.
Many days flyed since the boat left the island, and the sea started be angry. Hours passed slowly, and the pig continued watching Prophet's body in a weird way. The Prophet didn't know if being worried or quiet.. anyway, what he could do?
TO BE CONTINUED...
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