"Sitting on the oak branches, I asked the magpies why they stole from the basket of local stories, and never t

"Sitting on the oak branches, I asked the magpies why they stole from the basket of local stories, and never touch the other. And the magpies told me that they love everything that's shiny and bright. And what could be shinier and brighter than your fellow neighbors discussing how they went to the stream to wash their clothes, or repaired their fence three years ago? Surely not the dusty stories of weary travelers!"