Long ago there lived an island king overflowing with pride who, one sleepless night, got it into his head that he would like to touch the moon.
“Why not?” he asked himself, “After all, I am the King. What I want, I get. And I want to touch the moon.”
The next morning the king called his chief carpenter into the royal court.
“I want you to build me a tower,” he commanded. “One tall enough to reach the moon.”
The carpenter’s stomach jumped and his eyes bulged.… Read the rest