A long time ago, a man lived on a farm with a dozen white horses. He took good care of the horses; he fed them, groomed them, loved them. One spring, the corral's gate broke in the middle of the night, and all the horses escaped.
"What a tragedy, all your horses are gone!" the townspeople exclaimed.
"Well," the man replied, "what we know is, all the horses escaped and are now gone."
The following spring, all the horses returned. Three of the mares were pregnant, and eventually gave birth to three beautiful foals.
"What wonderful news, you now have all your horses back, plus three foals! You must be delighted!" the townspeople exclaimed.
"Well," the man replied, "what we know is, the horses are back, and now we have three more."
That fall, the man's son was riding one of the horses. He fell off the horse and broke his back.
"How terrible, your son has been injured! He is now disabled!" cried the townspeople.
"Well," the man replied, "what we know is, my son has been injured and is now disabled."
That winter, a war broke out. All the young men throughout the land were called to serve in battle, except for the man's son, who was unable to go to war because of his disability. The battle was the bloodiest the land had ever seen. All the young men were killed.
"What good fortune! Your son is now alive because he didn't go to war!" cried the townspeople.
"Well," the man replied, "what we know is, my son is now alive because he didn't go to war."
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