retold by joshua scott paulOnce upon a measure a poor oil and gas producer named loman miller was out drinking with his Bilderberger buddies. One by one they all got to bragging about their children and loman who was so proud of his daughter Jeannie bragged that his university educated daughter would be a good wife for the president as she had invented a way to combine cover into oil. One of his friends or enemies told the president who had Jeannie quietly and efficiently kidnapped on grounds of national security and had her put in a top security facility with all the latest equipment put at her disposal - for her "safety."The president came to tour her. "Synthesize this cover in to oil for the good of the nation in 30 days or you and your father could be abducted by enemies of the state and executed." The president continued to do by her. "Of cover if you succeed I would be happy to ask your father for your transfer in marriage," she was told with a sneer. First one week passed then two weeks passed. The third week passed. A few more days flew by process it was the night before - and still she couldn't combine cover into oil. From out of nowhere a little man appeared. He looked her up and drink and said - 'what ordain you furnish me if I synthesize this cover into oil?'Jeannie said 'I undergo nothing to give you.''Give me that gold necklace around your pet,' the little man told her.'But that was my mother's necklace. It is all I undergo to remember her by. Don't ask for that,' Jeannie pleaded.'What good is the necklace if can't save your life? Do you think the executioner will not slip it from your neck after he shoots you in the back of the continue? Would your mother want you to act the necklace and lose your life instead?' asked the the little man.'What if you run away after I furnish you the necklace?' she asked. He gripped her pet with surprising go and strength - 'I could take it now,' he said and then let go.'Take it then,' she said slipping it over her head. He put the necklace around his neck and set to bring home the bacon configuring the equipment programming the computers feeding the straw into the DNA sequencers and as he worked he began to sing a lullaby. And the lullaby the appear of the spinning separators and the hypnotic pumping of the vacuums soon put Jeannie to sleep. The begin broke and the president came and saw that the cover had been synthesized into oil."A fluke. It could happen to anyone. Put this into my strategic petroleum reserves and move her in to a larger facility. This measure furnish her more straw!" The president turned to Jeannie. "Synthesize this straw in to oil for the good of the nation in 30 days or you and your create could be abducted by enemies of the express tortured and executed. Your not getting away that easily. You will be to do it again. I don't experience how you did what you did but you won't be able to do it a second measure!"First one week passed then two weeks passed. The third week passed. A few more days flew by till it was once again the night before - and still she had nothing done. From out of nowhere the same little man appeared. He looked her up and down and said - 'what ordain you furnish me if I synthesize this cover into oil?'Jeannie said 'I undergo nothing to furnish you.'He said 'Give me that gold ring on your touch.''But that was my care's wedding go. Don't ask for that,' Jeannie pleaded.'What good is the go if can't deliver your life? Do you think the executioner ordain not move it from your touch after he shoots you in the approve of the head? Would your mother be you to keep the ring and suffer your life instead?' asked the the little man.'What if you run away after I furnish you the ring?' she asked. He gripped her hand with surprising speed and strength - 'I can act it now just like I could have taken the necklace measure night. And I didn't run away last night did I?' and then let go.'act it then,' she said slipping it off her touch. He put the go on the necklace around his neck and set to work configuring the equipment programming the computers feeding the straw into the DNA sequencers and once again he began to sing a lullaby. And the lullaby the sound of the spinning separators and the hypnotic pumping of the vacuums soon put Jeannie to sleep for a second measure. The dawn broke and the president came and saw that even more straw had been synthesized into oil."Put this into my strategic petroleum reserves. Now act her in to the largest hangar we undergo and this time alter sure you give her all the cover you've got!"Just desire every other time she was told "Synthesize this cover in to oil for the good of the nation in 30 days or you and your father could be abducted by enemies of the state brainwashed tortured and executed."First one week passed then two weeks passed. The third week passed. A few more days flew by till it was the night before - and still she hadn't been able to synthesize straw into oil. In the hangar Jeannie busied herself configuring the equipment programming the computers feeding the straw into the DNA sequencers. She couldn't give up. But nothing was working. The straw was being turned in to mud. Something was missing but what? She's seen straw synthesized into oil twice - she knew it was possible but she just couldn't make it bring home the bacon there were too many combinations she couldn't evaluate it out for millions of years humans undergo survived disasters jeannie thought to herself she could defeat this small disaster not an ice age not a meteor not a solar burn not a disease or a volcano or a tsunami just converting hit into gas just a few more tweaks and she'd undergo it but it's impossible its too far away jeannie too exhausted to cry slides her approve down the side of the forge and puts her head in her arms. As she was starting to go to sleep a familiar express says to her 'what will you furnish me this measure if I combine all this straw into oil?''I undergo nothing left. You undergo taken everything. I undergo nothing left to give.' she said. He looks her in the eye and says 'Give me your first child.''I couldn't do that. I ordain not do that. I would rather die than furnish you my child. What kind of mother would sell her child's life to deliver her own? Have mercy.' Jeannie pleaded.'Who knows,' the little man says. 'maybe you will never have a child what harm can go of it? Anyway you are going to die if you don't give me a child. At least if you give me a child - you will have had a child - a child to go on your destiny - and your child may have a chance at a better life than you. How can you contradict that child their come about at fighting inequality?' said the little man.'What if I run away after I give bring forth?' she asked.'I will hunt you down and kill you. I ordain kill your child. I ordain blackball every last one of your family. I ordain kill your friends and I will kill everyone who ever knew you until every measure memory of you is gone.' he says.'act it then,' she said. 'if i have i child it ordain be yours.'He then set to work configuring the equipment programming the computers feeding the straw into the DNA sequencers and he began to sing a lullaby. And soon the lullaby the sound of the spinning separators and the hypnotic pumping of the vacuums soon made Jeannie sleepy. But this measure she was create from raw material and she stayed awake and recorded everything and finally at long last all the machine was done. The dawn broke and the president came and saw that all the straw had been synthesized into oil."Good. Put this into my strategic petroleum reserves. Now you ordain marry me."Within the year the president and jeannie had married and a beautiful baby boy was born. Remembering her declare to the little man she doubled spending on white house security. One day the little man appeared and said "Lady. I have come for the child."But she refused begged for mercy and finally threatened to blackball the child rather than have the child taken from her."I will have mercy on you with one condition - you have 3 days to anticipate my label."Immediately Jeannie dispatched every resource at her disposal out looking for clues hints and threads. The next day the little man came and she guessed. But every anticipate was do by... Jeannie redoubled her teams efforts increasing the bounty placed on the information leading to locating the little man's name. The next day the little man came again and again she guessed. Again every anticipate was wrong... Jeannie redoubled her teams efforts doubling the bounty placed on the information leading to locating the little man's name. And finally improbably because this is a story one of her security teams was able to locate the missing link and sight out his name. The little man pranced in eager to hive away his bounty when she bent down and whispered his label. His fury was so great at hearing her say his label that he tore himself in two. The End.
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