Hercule and the prophet walked out into into the black night. The cold desert wind caused the mighty Hercule to shiver, but the skinny prophet stood erect.
"Now my child" said the prophet,
"Try and lift this small stone".
Hercule bent his trunkish legs downward and reached for a round pebble beneath his feet.
"It is too heavy my lord", whined Hercule the strong.
For the lord was using his magical powers to make it heavy.
"I can usually lift two-hundred times the weight of this small stone said the puzzled Hercule",
Hercule looked at the black sky and the amber sand and let the harsh wind blow across his stubbly beard. He sighed and wondered where his strength had gone.
"Are you using your magic on it" he finally asked
"Yes" replied the lord
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