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ﻳﺤﻜﻰ ﺃﻧﻪ ﻛﺎﻥ ﻓﻰ ﻗﺪﻳﻢ ﺍﻟﺰﻣﺎﻥ ﻓﻰ ﺍﺣﺪ ﺍﻟﻤﻤﺎﻟﻚ ﺍﻟﺼﻐﻴﺮﺓ ﻣﻠﻚ ﻳﻌﺸﻖ ﺍﻟﺼﻴﺪ ﻓﻰ ﺍﻟﻐﺎﺑﺎﺕ ﻭﻛﺎﻥ ﻟﻬﺬﺍ ﺍﻟﻤﻠﻚ ﻭﺯﻳﺮ ﻣﺨﺘﺺ ﺑﺤﺎﻟﺔ ﺍﻟﻄﻘﺲ ﻓﺈﺫﺍ ﻣﺎ ﺃﺭﺍﺩ ﺍﻟﻤﻠﻚ ﺃﻥ ﻳﺨﺮﺝ ﻟﻠﺼﻴﺪ ﺃﻣﺮ ﺍﻟﻮﺯﻳﺮ ﺃﻥ ﻳﻨﻈﺮ ﻓﻰ ﺃﻣﺮ ﺍﻟﻄﻘﺲ ﻓﻴﺬﻫﺐ ﺍﻟﻮﺯﻳﺮ ﻭﻳﻀﺮﺏ ﺍﻟﺮﻣﻞ ﻭﺍﻟﻮﺩﻉ ﻭﻳﻘﺮﺃ ﻣﺴﺎﺭﺍﺕ ﺍﻟﻨﺠﻮﻡ ﺛﻢ ﻳﻌﻮﺩ ﻟﻠﻤﻠﻚ ﻓﻴﺨﺒﺮﻩ ﺇﺫﺍ ﻛﺎﻥ ﺍﻟﻄﻘﺲ ﻣﻨﺎﺳﺒﺎ ﻟﻠﺨﺮﻭﺝ ﺃﻭ ﻏﻴﺮ ﺫﻟﻚ .
ﺣﺘﻰ ﺟﺎﺀ ﻳﻮﻡ ﺃﺭﺍﺩ ﺍﻟﻤﻠﻚ ﺃﻥ ﻳﺨﺮﺝ ﻟﻠﺼﻴﺪ ﻭﻗﺮﺭ ﺃﻥ ﻳﺼﺤﺐ ﻣﻌﻪ ﺍﻷﻣﻴﺮﺓ ﻭﺍﻟﻤﻠﻜﺔ ﺣﺘﻰ ﻳﺸﺎﻫﺪﺍ ﺑﺮﺍﻋﺘﻪ ﻓﻰ ﺍﻟﺼﻴﺪ .
ﻭﺃﻣﺮ ﺍﻟﻮﺯﻳﺮ ﺃﻥ ﻳﺨﺒﺮﻩ ﻋﻦ ﺣﺎﻝ ﺍﻟﻄﻘﺲ
ﻓﻘﺎﻝ ﺍﻟﻮﺯﻳﺮ ﺍﻟﻄﻘﺲ ﺭﺍﺋﻊ ﻭﻣﻨﺎﺳﺐ ﺟﺪﺍ ﻳﺎ ﻣﻮﻻﻯ
ﻓﺨﺮﺝ ﺍﻟﻤﻠﻚ ﻓﻰ ﻣﻮﻛﺒﻪ ﺑﺼﺤﺒﺔ ﺍﻷﻣﻴﺮﺓ ﻭﺍﻟﻤﻠﻜﺔ ﻭﻣﺎ ﺃﻥ ﺃﻭﻏﻠﻮﺍ ﻓﻰ ﻗﻠﺐ ﺍﻟﻐﺎﺑﺔ ﺣﺘﻰ ﺇﻧﻘﻠﺐ ﺍﻟﺠﻮ ﻓﺠﺄﺓ .. ﺭﻳﺎﺡ ﻭﺃﻋﺎﺻﻴﺮ ﻭﺳﺤﺐ ﻭﺃﻣﻄﺎﺭ ﻭﺃﺗﺮﺑﺔ ﻭﺟﺰﻉ ﻣﻮﻛﺐ ﺍﻟﻤﻠﻚ ﻭﺳﻘﻄﺖ ﺍﻷﻣﻴﺮﺓ ﻭﺍﻟﻤﻠﻜﺔ ﻓﻰ ﺍﻟﻄﻴﻦ ﻭﺍﻟﻮﺣﻞ ﻭﻏﻀﺐ ﺍﻟﻤﻠﻚ ﻏﻀﺒﺎ ﺷﺪﻳﺪﺍ ﻭﻧﻘﻢ ﻋﻠﻰ ﻭﺯﻳﺮ ﺍﻟﻄﻘﺲ ﺃﻳﻤﺎ ﻧﻘﻤﺔ .
ﻭﺑﻴﻨﻤﺎ ﻫﻢ ﻋﺎﺋﺪﻭﻥ ﺇﺫ ﺭﺃﻯ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺃﻃﺮﺍﻑ ﺍﻟﻐﺎﺑﺔ ﻛﻮﺧﺎ ﻷﺣﺪ ﺍﻟﺤﻄﺎﺑﻴﻦ ﻳﺨﺮﺝ ﻣﻨﻪ ﺍﻟﺪﺧﺎﻥ ﻓﻄﺮﻕ ﺍﻟﺒﺎﺏ ﻓﺨﺮﺝ ﺇﻟﻴﻪ ﺍﻟﺤﻄﺎﺏ ﻓﺴﺄﻟﻪ ﺍﻟﻤﻠﻚ . ﻟﻤﺎﺫﺍ ﻟﻢ ﺗﺨﺮﺝ ﻟﺠﻤﻊ ﺍﻟﺤﻄﺐ ؟
ﻓﺄﺟﺎﺏ ﺍﻟﺤﻄﺎﺏ ﻛﻨﺖ ﺃﻋﺮﻑ ﺃﻥ ﺍﻟﻄﻘﺲ ﺳﻴﻜﻮﻥ ﺍﻟﻴﻮﻡ ﺳﻴﺌﺎ ﻓﻠﻢ ﺃﺧﺮﺝ ﻓﺎﻧﺪﻫﺶ ﺍﻟﻤﻠﻚ ﻭﻗﺎﻝ ﻭﻛﻴﻒ ﻋﺮﻓﺖ ﺫﻟﻚ ؟ ﻓﻘﺎﻝ ﺍﻟﺤﻄﺎﺏ ﻋﺮﻓﺖ ﻣﻦ ﺣﻤﺎﺭﻯ ﻫﺬﺍ !! ﻓﻘﺎﻝ ﺍﻟﻤﻠﻚ : ﻛﻴﻒ ﺫﻟﻚ ؟
ﻗﺎﻝ ﺍﻟﺤﻄﺎﺏ : ﻋﻨﺪﻣﺎ ﺃﺻﺒﺢ ﺃﻧﻈﺮ ﺇﻟﻰ ﺣﻤﺎﺭﻯ ﻫﺬﺍ
ﻓﺈﻥ ﻭﺟﺪﺕ ﺃﺫﻧﺎﻩ ﻭﺍﻗﻔﺘﺎﻥ ﻋﺮﻓﺖ ﺃﻥ ﺍﻟﺠﻮ ﺳﻴﺊ
ﻭﺇﻥ ﻭﺟﺪﺕ ﺃﺫﻧﺎﻩ ﻧﺎﺯﻟﺘﺎﻥ ﻋﺮﻓﺖ ﺃﻥ ﺍﻟﺠﻮ ﻣﻨﺎﺳﺐ
ﻓﻨﻈﺮ ﺍﻟﻤﻠﻚ ﺇﻟﻰ ﻭﺯﻳﺮﻩ ﻭﻗﺎﻝ ﻟﻪ .. ﺃﻧﺖ ﻣﻔﺼﻮﻝ
ﻭﺃﻣﺮ ﺑﺼﺮﻑ ﺭﺍﺗﺐ ﺷﻬﺮﻯ ﻟﻠﺤﻄﺎﺏ ﻭﺃﺧﺬ ﻣﻨﻪ ﺣﻤﺎﺭﻩ
ﻭﺃﺻﺪﺭ ﺍﻟﻤﻠﻚ ﻣﺮﺳﻮﻣﺎ ﻣﻠﻜﻴﺎ ﺑﺘﻌﻴﻴﻦ ﺍﻟﺤﻤﺎﺭ ﻭﺯﻳﺮﺍ ﻟﻠﻄﻘﺲ
ﻭﻣﻨﺬ ﺫﻟﻚ ﺍﻟﺤﻴﻦ ﺻﺎﺭﺕ ﺍﻟﺤﻤﻴﺮ ﺗﺘﻮﻟﻰ ﺍﻟﻤﻨﺎﺻﺐ ﺍﻟﺮﻓﻴﻌﺔ! !
