There's a man. People call him bad luck. One day he went to God for luck.
Walking to the edge of the forest, he met a dying wolf. The wolf lay on the ground, skinny. The wolf begged him: Good Samaritan, help me, I'm starving. Unfortunately, I have to go to God for luck! Can you get some for me? That's all right.
The hapless man went on and came to a tree. The tree is writhing in pain. It looks at the unlucky guy and says: Good Samaritan, help me, my feet are killing me! I'm sorry, I can't help you. I have to go to God for luck. The tree said, please ask for some for me, too, OK? The hapless man said: of course.
Looking and looking, the hapless man finally found God's little house. The unfortunate man told God his wish for luck, and conveyed the wish of the wolf and the tree. God only told him the reason why the wolf and the tree suffered, but he didn't take out the luck.
God said: luck is not here, but I can tell you where it is. As long as you open your eyes on your way home, you will find that luck is around you.
That's strange, thought the unfortunate man, because he never closed his eyes when walking, but never saw any luck.
The poor man went back to the forest. The tree saw him and cried with joy.
The unlucky guy said: God says your feet hurt because there is a box buried under your root, which is full of gold. You just need to dig out that box.
Tree said: a tree can't do such a thing, can you dig it out for me? The unfortunate guy said: No, no, you know, I'm looking for luck. God says it's around me!
The bad luck went to the other side of the forest, and the wolf was still there, weaker than before.
The unlucky guy said: God says you are too hungry. All you have to do is jump at a big fool passing by you and have a good meal.
Then the wolf did as he said.