There was a young traveler who visited an ancient village on the outskirts of the city. As he was passing by the derelict, nearly forgotten houses, a door flung open and an old man leaped out at him.
"Hey! I am a prophet. Would you like me to receive a fulfilling prophecy?" The old man was almost shouting at the traveler.
"Er okay. But what does it entail?" The traveler said warily, thinking of tourist traps and kidnappings.
"Nothing nothing! You just need to stay at my house for dinner! Free!"
So the traveler decided to take a risk. After all, he was travelling, and you could not get a more authentic local meal than this.
The old man led the way into his home, showed the traveler to his seat, and immediately left for the kitchen. Soon enough, the old man came out with slices of freshly baked, warm bread and soft creamy butter.
"Eat! Eat! The prophecy will be fulfilled later!"
The young traveler had fleeting thoughts of food poisoning, but one whiff of the bread and all premonitions of danger were forgotten.
The old man disappeared back into his kitchen, and came out almost immediately with steaming bowls of clam chowder. Followed by a crisp salad, and fish, and chicken, and rice. The food was excellent, and seemed never to end. The young traveler was quickly full, but continued to eat out of politeness.
Finally, the old man reappeared from the kitchen empty handed. The table was laden with bowls upon bowls of half eaten food.
"Alright. That's it for the food. Now for the fulfilling prophecy!" The old man announced in a sudden deep, booming voice.
"Okay sure, what is it?"
"Would you say that, you are feeling full?" The old man asked hesitantly.
"Yes I would" The young man chuckled, feeling that full was a bit of an understatement.
"Well then, since you are feeling full, therefore you are full-feeling! Hence! The full-feeling prophecy!"
Sorry to everybody who wasted their time reading this.