Once upon an Apothecary, the Alchemist’s Apprentice had gathered an odd assortment of ingredients:
- 2 Bushels of Boma Bull Fur
- 3 Snake Knees
- a 200 year old Harpy Egg
- and the juice of 1 Fizzle Frog.
If crafted carefully and correctly, this brew was believed to buff endurance stats by 90 points! “This potion could easily sell for 100 Gold!” the young Apprentice cheered as he added the ingredients one by one into the cauldron. “Now to cook my concoction!”
After lighting the tinder beneath the cauldron, the Apprentice grabbed a wooden spoon and exclaimed, “As soon as the water begins to boil, I begin to stir, stir, stir!”
The Apprentice waited. And waited. And waited. And then peeked into the cauldron—nope, not boiling. So he waited some more. And waited. And waited. And peeked into the cauldron again—still nothing. And he waited some more. And some more. And some more—
“GaaaaaaaAAAHHHH!” cried the Apprentice, gazing into the cauldron. “This is taking FOREVER! Water, what are you waiting for? Boil, already!”
“My young Apprentice,” came a gentle voice, “have you forgotten our first lesson in Alchemy?”
The Apprentice whirled around and saw the Elder Alchemist—truly the wisest wizard in all of Braven! “Oh Elder Alchemist,” the Apprentice begged, “please remind me!”
Elder Alchemist placed his hand upon the Apprentice’s shoulder, and, smiling widely under his bushily beard, said:
“When you are focusing all of your attention on something, it will seem like it is taking a very, very long time. Just give the cauldron some time to boil, and eventually… it will.”
Then, the Alchemist handed his Apprentice a piece of parchment and a quill. “So while you are waiting,” he said, smiling widely under his bushily beard, “you can write down this lesson 100 times to make sure you’ll never forget it again.”
By the time the Apprentice had finished his assignment, the cauldron had started to boil! He grabbed his spoon and stirred, stirred, stirred as much as a young wizard could. Stirred, stirred, stirred until the endurance potion was perfect.
“Now you can sell that potion for 100 gold!” cheered the Elder Alchemist.
“Yes, yes I could,” replied the Apprentice, “but you have given me something far more valuable than 100 gold pieces.”
“What is that, my young Apprentice?” asked the Alchemist.
The Apprentice handed the Alchemist the parchment, where 100 times over were written these words: