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“Then you must have been able to save some money

too. Theingi grew more than enough bananas…” the old

man continued.

“Yes, I did,” replied Thuza.

“Can we see it?” asked Thet.

“Of course, I have kept it safely at home,” beamed

Thuza.

The three of them went to Theingi’s house where Thuza

produced several bags from the loft where she had kept

them safely. Thet opened one of the bags, peered inside,

and smiled. He then emptied one of the bags on the

table. Gold coins tinkled as they fell in a huge, shiny

heap. Then he went to the field and came back with a

handful of dirt, which he placed next to the heap of gold.

“You see, Theingi,” he said, turning to his son-in-law,

“you have changed dirt into gold!”

Never after that day did Theingi collect any more magic

powder from the leaves. But he continued to grow

bananas. His “alchemist” father-in-law had taught him

the best way to turn dirt into gold, after all. He didn’t

need the magic powder any more.

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