Once upon a time, long long ago, there lived a boy, with his old grand mother, in village. He could not speak. They had a house near bank of a small river which divided the village in two parts. He used to go to school on the other side of the river and he studied sincerely.
One day when he was leaving school,coming back home, he saw from distance some guys beating up an old man. The old man was crawling on the ground trying to escape. He started running towards them. By the time he reached there, everyone else had left except the bleeding old man, coughing, lying down, covered with soft village mud. He brought some water from the nearby river and gave him. Man got hold of his breath in some time and waited for a minute and then started laughing. The boy was stunned. He was confused, what was going on. The old man gave the boy a stone and told him that this is the most precious stone in the kingdom, but those boys were after few bronze coins that I had with me. M laughing at their fate and m looking at yours. I am going on a long pilgrimage and I'll leave it for you, I'll take my last breath there only. That stone was a rare form of diamond.
Boy came back home and put the stone ... to be continued ... :P
