Young son asked for his inheritance immediately so his dad gave him the cash.
He quickly set off for Dissipation City, where he began to waste the money. Wild living: girls, drinking, swanky restaurants, gambling and extravagances galore.
Soon the lad had an empty purse: famine struck the land, so he took a job tending pigs. He watched them with envy as they ate their moulding pods; just then he came to his senses.
‘My father’s hired men eat well; I shall arise and return home to ask to work for him. I realize I’ve been a fool, and I am no longer worthy to be called a son.’
He was still a long way off when his watchful father saw him and ran to greet his son.
‘Servants! Fetch a coat for him, and shoes for his feet; lad, receive this gold ring as a sign. Kill the fatted calf; celebrate, for my son was dead, he lives; was lost but is now found!’
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