Giza, Tell Me What News You Have Heard With Your Eight Hairy Legs

Giza saw three girls jump out of the belly of the bowl. Girls fetch some porridge for this poor beggar. Giza scumpered back to the palace and hailed the king, saying. Sire, I bring you captivating news. But before I share, tell me how many ears do you truly possess? The king replied. With my two ears. Indeed your majesty. You may only have two ears, but in truth, you possess ten. My eight keen legs are your listening posts. I detect every murmur, every whisper that stores the air and relay everything interesting to you. Oh, great king!