Once upon a time there was a rich man who was lending money to the poor, but with high interest. There was this poor peasant who indebted extremely. A rich man paid a visit to the poor man to see if he was in possession of some kind of property that he could get his hands on by enforcement. When the rich man arrived to a cottage where the poor man lived, he found his son playing in the backyard. ‘’Are your parents at home?’’- he asked. ‘’No, they are not.’’- answered the young boy. ‘’Father went to cut down the living trees, to plant the dead ones, and mother is on the market, selling the wind and buying the moon.’’ At first, the rich man started to to sidle, which even lead to threatening, but the boy kept answering to the rich man with the same words. Finally, the rich man said: ‘’Listen, if you tell me what do you mean by repeating that same answer, I am willing to forget the money that your parents owe me, let the sky and the ground be my witnesses.’’
’’Neither the sky or the ground can speak’’- said the little boy -’’let the living creature be the witness’’. ‘’Alright, let’s make this fly our witness’’- said the rich man, and pointed at the fly who sat on the door frame. Later on, the boy said: ‘’Father went to cut down the bamboo to make a fence out of it, and mother went to sell fans to buy some oil for the lamp.’’ The rich man smiled. ‘’You are one clever little boy’’- said the rich man. A few days passed, the rich man has returned to demand his money. The boy said: ‘’Father, you owe him nothing anymore’’, but the rich man denied ever giving such promise, so the entire case was put in front of the local landlord. The rich man kept denying ever seeing the little boy, let alone promising him anything, but the boy kept claiming the opposite.
’’It’s just a word of one man against the word of the other man’’- said the landlord- ‘’I can not give the verdict without any witnesses’’. ‘’I have a witness!’’- responded the little boy- ‘’a fly has heard each and every word of the conversation’’. ‘’A fly?!’’- asked the landlord- ‘’are you kidding me?’’. ‘’No!’’- answered the little boy- ‘’there was this fly, a big and thick fly, sitting on the top of the getleman’s nose’’. ‘’You little liar!’’- yelled the rich man- ‘’the fly wasn’t sitting on my nose! It was sitting on the door frame’’. ‘’A nose, or a door frame, makes no difference’’- said the landlord- ‘’You sir, really did give a promise, and therefore, the debt exists no more.’’