There once was a village where the people all hated each other, except the miller. The miller was generous, helpful and kind towards everyone, and everybody loved him.
The entire village was heartbroken the day he died.
In his will, he’d made a request to be buried with his old, disused millstones. A daunting task, but everyone was determined to help fulfill the last wish of their beloved miller.
When they placed the last stone in the grave they all cheered and celebrated together. Their animosity was forgotten, and they realized that the miller’s last wish had indeed been fulfilled.
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Written for the Friday Fictioneers
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