Plato was Mistaken

Jack was called the jail storyteller, always keeping the worst inmates satisfied as they would savor every word.

He was not a courageous soul, and a wee bit sly as he weaved the tendrils of a murder so carefully, the subjects rarely knew which one he was speaking of.

Every now and then one of the criminals would ask if Jack was speaking about him and the entire group would begin to question and the discussion became too heated.

Yesterday, as Jack was entering his cell, a fellow prisoner decided Jack’s latest rendition was a little too close to home and strangled him with a chain.

A new inmate arrived to stay in Jack’s cell and when he heard how popular Jack was, he thought he would try the telling of stories.

It was an honest mistake, really, for he chose Jack’s story to tell first. Unfortunately he failed to disguise some important details. Jack’s old cell was empty once again.

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