Gleetings, stlanger. When old meet young is much confusion, he say
Find me herbs of camomile All this talk is tiling me
I am old as hills and deaf as post. My memoly is like a sieve
Many thank for herb of camomile. I lemember a sage you should meet
He is old as hills and wise as owl
My memoly is like a sieve. I need camomile loasted
Ah! That's better! Now I lemember. You seek sage in folest glade
Give this pearl to man with laft. He take you to bog near folest glade
Beware twins, stlanger! One speaks tluth the other only ries
You find them in bog
What beautiful stone! I cannot accept gift flom stlanger.

This way out of bog, Master
My blother will say I no speak tluth
My blother, he liar, he will say it safe to go his way
My blother, he will say it safe to go this way
Why, thank you stlanger. I accept your gift

Who is it seeks wisdom of Confucius?
Yes, I will take your globe. But first you must hear wisdom
He who walk on hands uses unwisely his feet and further..
Er.. that's it!
