In the village of Lanis
Yoav Bar-Lavi
In the village of lanis there was a rich man, a great miser. His neighbor who one day was in need and reached the brink of starvation, knocked on his door and was invited inside. He told his story and asked from the rich man a loan of twenty silver coins, which he promised to return within a month.
The rich grimaced, his eyes widened and then narrowed to a slit. He frowned, his eyebrows narrowed and his lips curled. His ears perked up, his hairs bristled, his teeth chattered, his veins swollen, his face turned red, his eyelashes flared, his chin dropped and all of his body melted, until nothing left from him but a pile of limbs.
Only few were saddened for his passing.