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One day, Ojass found himself in a town of little people. It first started out as a normal day—he was playing with his toys in the room and having fun, pushing his toy cars around and bouncing his colorful balls around, then one of the balls rolled under his bed.
“Oh no,” Ojass said. “I hope it didn’t go too far.”
Ojass lay on the floor and stretched his hand under his bed to get the ball. He touched it with his fingers, “ah-ha!” he said and grabbed it.
Ojass took the ball from under his bed and opened his hand to look at it. It wasn’t his toy, but a tiny person wearing a red hat.
“Ahhh!” the tiny red person screamed. Ojass also screamed and dropped him.
“Who are you?” Ojass asked but the tiny person ran back under the bed. “Wait, don’t go,” Ojass said and jumped after him. He saw a bright light coming from a hole under his bed. The tiny person ran through that hole. Ojass lay flat on the ground and stretched his hand towards the hole. Immediately, he got sucked into it.
Ojass opened his eyes and saw himself in a little town, full of little people. To the right were the fruit people with their red huts, and to the left he saw the water people who lived in blue huts.
There was no peace in the little town for the people were always quarreling. Ojass was not happy with this; fighting was bad and he knew it. The tiny people were quarreled and fought so loud that they did not notice Ojass, who was now like a giant to them.
“Uh, hello?” Ojass said and his voice echoed like thunder. He loved being so big, but he was careful not to smash their tiny houses.
The tiny people fled and hid in their houses when they saw Ojass. They thought he was a giant out to destroy their town.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Ojass said and squatted so low so he could see the tiny people. He told them that his name was Ojass. One by one, the little people began to come out of their huts. They whispered amongst themselves and pointed at Ojass, for they had never seen a person so big before.
The fruit people sent their bravest person to go out and meet the giant, and the water people also did the same, sending out their bravest.
“What do you want with us, giant,” they asked.
“I’m not a giant,” Ojass said and looked at himself. His feet were large enough to cover their rivers, and he was so big that his head was high in their sky, with tiny birds flying around him. “Oh, I guess I am a giant after all,” Ojass said.
He told them of how he had fallen through a portal under his bed which had led him to their land.
“Why are you fighting?” Ojass asked.
“The water people are selfish,” said the person from the fruit tribe.
“So not true. The fruit people are the selfish ones; they never share their things.”
Ojass looked at the two of them as they began to argue once more, getting ready to fight again.
“Please don’t fight,” Ojass said and used his finger to separate the two. “What does the water tribe want?”
“Some fruit would be nice,” the person from the water tribe said. “But the fruit people never share their fruits.”
Ojass turned to the fruit person. “What does your tribe want?”
“All we want is just some water for we get very thirsty after eating those fruits, but the water people keep it all to themselves.”
Ojass stood up and thought for a minute. “If the water people need some fruit, and the fruit people need some water, then…” he suddenly had an idea and he snapped his finger, “I have an idea!” because he was a giant, the snap of his finger caused the ground to shake like there was an earthquake.
“Oops, sorry,” he said and squatted close to them. He turned to the water person, “why not take some of your water and give it to the fruit people.” And he turned to the fruit person, “and why don’t you take some of your fruits and give it to the water people. That way everyone is happy.”
The two tribes did as Ojass said and they shared their fruits and water. From that day, they never fought again. They thanked Ojass and he went back to his world.