Oskar's story for those who couldn't come:
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SpoilerA long time ego there lived a wealthy king in a large palace. A rumor spread among his servants about the fastest stag they have ever seen. In one leap he would go from the fields into the forests, and in another from the forests into the mountains. The hoof of his hind leg glittered in the sunlight, for it was golden. Everywhere the stag walked, ran, or leapt a trail of Gil follows, bursting out from underneath his step.
The king wanted this stag, for he was a greedy man. The idea of peasants finding Gil in his own fields annoyed him, so he called out for his sons to fetch him the stag's golden hoof. The first son took an axe and went into the woods, and never returned.
The second took a sword and went into the mountains, and never returned. The third son took a bow and arrows, and went out into the fields. He saw the stag from far away and shot. The arrow hit, piercing the stag's powerful hind leg, the leg with the golden hoof. And so he couldn't leap away.
As the youngest son approached the stag, the stag pleaded, “Please kind man, don't kill me for my hoof. Instead, take me to your father alive, and I'll give him all the Gil he wants!†The young man felt bad for the creature, and took him to the king alive.
“O this filthy beast lives! But I do not need a stag, I want it's hoof!†the king shouted as his son came into the palace. The son bowed to his father's feet and said, “I couldn't kill the animal, my dear father.â€Â
“Rubbish!†the king replied, taking a dagger to the stag's throat, “you big hearted fool! I'll kill the beast myself!†but the stag spoke out, “No! My hoof will not spout you Gil if you kill me, king,†and so the king paused, thinking.
“So be it, stag! You will hit the ground and make me Gil until you perish!â€Â
“As you wish, king. But note that if you say 'Enough!' all of the Gil will turn to stone!â€Â
And so the stag began hitting the floor, showering everyone with Gil. The atmosphere was jovial. “More! More!†the king yelled, laughing and tossing Gil in the air. The peasants all took it in handfuls and left, while the king and his only remaining son were left in the chamber. The hoof ringed against the floor, waves of coin flying towards the king until he himself was barely visible!
“Stop!†the king yelled as he gasped for breath, trying to climb out of the pile, “Stop!â€Â
But the stag wouldn't let up, and continued to hit the floor with it's golden hoof.
The king now drowning in Gil screamed out “Enough! Enough!†and so the pile began to turn dark. In just a few moments it was stone, and the king was never heard from again.
The stag hit the floor one last time as it leapt away, Gil flying toward the youngest son who spared the stag's life. With that Gil he helped the poor peasants and built his own palace, and in time found a beautiful wife and himself became king.
The king wanted this stag, for he was a greedy man. The idea of peasants finding Gil in his own fields annoyed him, so he called out for his sons to fetch him the stag's golden hoof. The first son took an axe and went into the woods, and never returned.
The second took a sword and went into the mountains, and never returned. The third son took a bow and arrows, and went out into the fields. He saw the stag from far away and shot. The arrow hit, piercing the stag's powerful hind leg, the leg with the golden hoof. And so he couldn't leap away.
As the youngest son approached the stag, the stag pleaded, “Please kind man, don't kill me for my hoof. Instead, take me to your father alive, and I'll give him all the Gil he wants!†The young man felt bad for the creature, and took him to the king alive.
“O this filthy beast lives! But I do not need a stag, I want it's hoof!†the king shouted as his son came into the palace. The son bowed to his father's feet and said, “I couldn't kill the animal, my dear father.â€Â
“Rubbish!†the king replied, taking a dagger to the stag's throat, “you big hearted fool! I'll kill the beast myself!†but the stag spoke out, “No! My hoof will not spout you Gil if you kill me, king,†and so the king paused, thinking.
“So be it, stag! You will hit the ground and make me Gil until you perish!â€Â
“As you wish, king. But note that if you say 'Enough!' all of the Gil will turn to stone!â€Â
And so the stag began hitting the floor, showering everyone with Gil. The atmosphere was jovial. “More! More!†the king yelled, laughing and tossing Gil in the air. The peasants all took it in handfuls and left, while the king and his only remaining son were left in the chamber. The hoof ringed against the floor, waves of coin flying towards the king until he himself was barely visible!
“Stop!†the king yelled as he gasped for breath, trying to climb out of the pile, “Stop!â€Â
But the stag wouldn't let up, and continued to hit the floor with it's golden hoof.
The king now drowning in Gil screamed out “Enough! Enough!†and so the pile began to turn dark. In just a few moments it was stone, and the king was never heard from again.
The stag hit the floor one last time as it leapt away, Gil flying toward the youngest son who spared the stag's life. With that Gil he helped the poor peasants and built his own palace, and in time found a beautiful wife and himself became king.
I’m the bullies you hate, that you became.
