Once upon a time, there lived a naïve and very broken young girl. She let people trample on her, make her feel to blame for the choices they made. "If only I were not friends with the village idiot, the more respected people of this town would not have abandoned me. And it was only my insecurity and pride that made me see them that way - in fact, they would not treat me so abominably. Truly, they are good."
And so she walked on through life, looking up to smile only at the sun, her inconstant friend, and every day tried to interpret the actions of others towards her so she would know her own path.
She thought she'd make new friends. She started over with people who knew, too, the village idiot and knew the madness and manipulation. Foolish child: after a time, they gritted their teeth, shrugged their shoulders, and walked away. The young girl looked around and found herself alone with the idiot.
"You are the best friend I have ever had!" said the village idiot. "You are so loyal! But you seemed to want to stay friends with that last person.... Of course, you can do whatever you want. I'm not your master."
Finally the village idiot joined a social group in town, and the social group could find no good reason to expel the idiot. The young girl made friends with the group and met a young man who willingly became friends with the village idiot to know the young girl. In the village idiot's bouts of insanity, the knowledgeable young man stood at the young girl's side.
Enraged with jealousy, the village idiot devised a plan. Going into town without the young girl, the idiot whined and moaned and spread vicious rumors about the young girl. The idiot took the confidence of the young girl and twisted it to atrocity.
Distraught, the young girl did her best for the village idiot, thinking this must be some fit of madness. The village idiot then spoke slander to the young man. The young man went to the young girl and held her hand.
Finally, the village idiot very calmly spoke to the young girl, taking the tactic many had before. The idiot shrugged, declared there was nothing more to be done for the young girl, and left her to the wolves.
But the young girl had learned her lesson. The village idiot had done this to her and her innocence shone through to all who saw her. She married the wise, knowledgeable young man and retained the friendship of the wise - and though the village idiot never changed, the young girl held her head high above all that came her way. The village idiot had power over many spirits, but the young girl's spirit was free.
