There was a land called Iown. This land was powerful, large. Iown had great resources…
Gold, Silver, oil, precious metals, fabrics, scents. Iown had fields of beautiful flowers, fruits, vegetables–the best of the fruits in all 5 lands. Iown had the best technicians in the world. Iown possessed all of the great inventors. Iown had the most beautiful homes, malls, businesses. In essence, Iown “owned” everything. Iown was blessed beyond imagination. Iown was tens of thousands of times richer than the lands surrounding it.
To the the south of Iown, there was a small land called “Little”. Little had fields of beautiful flowers. Little’s flowers were sold to the large land, Iown and the 4 other lands. Flowers from the land of Little were it’s only resource. Some of the officials in Iown didn’t know where the beautiful flowers came from. So, they inquired. The King of Iown advised his officials that the flowers came from the land called “Little”. So, the officials began to seek ways to ruin Little’s credibility. They began to destroy the flowers from Little after the ships from Little came in, they did this deceitfully. The officials then began to submit propaganda against Little, telling it’s citizens that the leader of Little was using chemicals on his flowers to make them look so bad. Before the officials knew, all of the people of Iown began to scream and shout that the leader of Little was destroying all of his own flowers and he needed to be killed for this.
Iown took all of it’s fleets, war planes and troops into Little. They ravaged Little and Little’s people. They killed as many Little’s as they could kill. After the slaughter was over, the people from Iown then began to place their own officials to fertilize the newly acquired flowers and even live there.
Years went on. The people of Iown loved their flowers and felt justified in taking them from Little and Little’s ‘evil’ leaders and people. The people of Iown began to grow a little bored…
To the north of Iown was a really small Provence called “Tiny”. Tiny was encapsulated on an island. Tiny had a small population of Tiny’s. Tiny’s leader was a strong man with a brave heart. Tiny had it’s one resource: A fine vegetable called Delish. Tiny had a few ships that delivered Delish to the people of Iown. Tiny’s leader was actually friends with the leader of Iown.
As one of the ships from Tiny came in, friendly and ready to do business with the Iowners on the docks, one of the residents said: ‘Your vegetable Delish is just wonderful. How do you grow it?’ The Tiny citizen said: “Oh, its our fields! They are rich in nutrient!”. The Iowner began to wonder just why he could not grow the Delish fruit. The citizen of Iown began to complain to the officials of Iown, demanding that the people of Iown get this vegetable, now. The officials began to badger the leader of Iown about it. Iown’s media began to build up negativity against Tiny, it’s leader and citizens. The leader of Tiny was so depressed that this was happening. The leader of Tiny visited the leader of Iown and asked “Why are your citizens so angry with me over my Delish fruits?”. The Leader of Iown said: “You have something they don’t have and they are upset, “I have to please my people, so, let’s negotiate.” The leader of Tiny said: “But, you have everything, why must you also have my Delish fruit?” The leader of Iown turned his back on the leader of Tiny. The leader of Tiny left very sad. He felt betrayed.
The next day, all of the military of Iown arrived on the shores of Tiny. They began bombing Tiny and sought the leader, to kill him. The military of Iown had gleeful faces as they murdered the people of Tiny. The leader of Tiny fought back with all of his might. Then, the military of Iown shot tiny’s leader and left him naked in the streets near his home.
Time went on…
The other 2 countries that were left were called ‘Meager’ and ‘Small’. They waged war against Iown when the Iowners came to steal their resources. Word had come how brutal Iown had become. It was better to fight Iown then end up living like slaves in submission to the bully, Iown.