On a fateful evening, wondering what the test would require of him, the youngster slept quite earlier, with gulps of saliva from his wide open mouth. Suddenly a dangerous noice echoed through his sleeping ears, he woke up immediately picking up his spirirual wand, quoting the super celestial verses of the book of light and searching around the dark room with his eyesballs running to and fro just to find he is attacking a harmless little fart of his,smelling all through the tent. Could this be the test he wondered, suddenly a pen a paper flew through the entrance of his tent, with his candles lighting themselves, and the instruction written was this;

He decided he won't write a thing. Confused of what happened next he woke up in the morning in his room he had just returned to his family, and they lived happily ever after