There was once a man called Chandan. He was poor, and barely could afford food. He worked hard every day in his 8 acre farm. His farm was in the foot of a mountain that towered over the clouds. A stream flowed down from the mountain. Even in the hottest of days it never dried up and was always brimming with water. One day he was sitting under a tree. He was tired and hungry. He saw a golden apple float down the stream. Though it felt funny he ate it. It seemed to give him extra strength. He lifted his hand gracefully and the spade did too. He was astonished. He lowered his hand and the spade came down. He looked at a stone. He raised his hand. The stone moved too. He flicked his finger in a round format. The stone grated itself in a round format. He moved his hand towards the tree. The stone sunk into the tree. The next few days he used his powers to make a lot of different things and sold them. The village people were astonished and continuously ordered a lot of stuff such as tables, chairs, sofas, and grinders. Soon Chandan had become a rich man. Although he still has the farm, and the materials are from there (the supply never goes out).