Section B 1c, 1d　

    The general searched and searched but couldn’t find anyone. It seemed that everyone had their own problems, and no one was truly happy. Two days passed. Just as he was about to give up, he saw a poor man on the street. He was eating with his hands and singing happily to himself. The general went up to him.

General: Hello! I’m the king’s top general.

Man: Hi, General. What can I do for you today?

General: I heard you singing just now, and you sound very happy.

Man: That’s because I am happy.

General: But I don’t understand. What makes you so happy? You have no power, money or fame.

Man: I have everything I want, and I don’t want what I can’t have. So I’m happy, and my song comes from the happiness in my heart.

General: Then I need to give your shirt to the king. Is it there in your bag? How much do you want for it?

Man: Shirt? What shirt? I don’t own any shirts!