A certain magician was presenting his art to the sultan and had already gained the enthusiasm of the audience. The sultan himself was deeply amazed and exclaimed, "My God, help me! What a miracle, what an astonishment!"
But his vizier made him pause to think as he said, "Your Highness, no mastery falls from the sky. The magician's art is the result of his effort and practice."
The sultan frowned. The vizier's comment had spoiled the pleasure he was feeling as he contemplated the magician's actions. "O ungrateful man! How can you claim that such a skill is the result of practice? On the contrary, as I said, either you have talent, or you do not." Then he looked at the Vizier with contempt and shouted, "You have no talent at all. Out of here! To the dungeon! There you can ponder my words. And so that you do not feel lonely, that you have a company of your ilk, you will share." the cell with a calf. "
From the first day of imprisonment, the vizier began the following practice: carrying the calf in his arms and climbing the long dungeon ladder. The months passed. The calf became an overweight calf, and with daily practice the vizier's strength also increased greatly.
One day the sultan remembered the prisoner in the dungeon. He had them brought to him. When he laid eyes on the vizier, he was overcome with astonishment. "My God, help me! What a miracle, what a wonder!"
The vizier carrying the bullock in his outstretched arms replied with the same words as the other time: "Your Highness, no mastery falls from the sky. In your mercy you have bestowed on me this animal. My strength is the result of my effort and my practice. "
