Hmmm… Are they really told to pass time?
I sat by her feet, my heart, ecstatic! In the stillness of the heat her tales working their magic. She spoke of a far-away land where the Tortoise was king And of the proud village gal who wedded a handsome man turn monkey. Shame, the price of pride. Wisdom, the key to success. To me, they were all but stories told to pass the time. Now I'm old, the stories long cold. My path be dark as night but for the Tales by moonlight.