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 fifty-one. Look outside the door. You may find another."

As Ah Tzu sifted the earth, his nostrils told him of a smoke. Even as he straightened up Weng Fu rushed from the house. No need to yell "Fire." Flames were darting like dragons' tongues out of the thatch, out of the walls. The old beggar ran in a circle, screaming: "Now what shall I crack nuts on? What? What? Oh. Oh. Oh. Ah Tzu, my son, get me the brick that lies on the floor in the northest corner. The brick. The brick." Ah Tzu thought it strange that his father should set such high value on a brick. But strange or not strange, an order was an order—to be obeyed. Shielding his face with a sleeve he entered the house. Wisps of burning straw fell upon him. Smoke seared his eyes. Smoke griped his throat, periling his life. Straight he went to the farthest corner. He stooped. A quick dash. He was safe, beyond the door. Ah Tzu's task had been accomplished. He handed to his father a brick a worthless yellow brick  a