Once, in a day and age when giants were as real as they are today, and dragons just as dangerous, there was a little tailor, who lived and worked hardly noticed among his neighbors. Faithfully and dutifully he arose every morning, sang a song of thanksgiving to his Maker for the hope of each new day, and went about his business with little notice from anyone except for those who directly benefited from his diligent work at his humble craft.
His sewing was not fancy, but the quality and care that he painstakingly invested in his work was rare in those parts at that time and place, outlasting by far the glamorous and expensive clothes that came from other tailors. And while many of them began to growth very wealthy as they eagerly (if not hastily) produced their goods, a suit made by this fine little tailor could be depended on to resist tearing and staining even through rough times.
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