there was barber
envious of wise minister
like hot rubber
goes to king
he shows his quality of trechery in ring
he says matter
in dream he saw king's forefather
you need to send one who is witsmaster
who but wise minister his wits are like glitter
minister knew it was sweet crime of barber
but to tackle crime he requested some time
he came after some months
in humourous way he showed his grunt
he said to king
your forefathers are fine but they need someone who will shave them asnd make them clean like shine
king understood
it was barber's trick
barber got death punishment for treachery
that was pick
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