Now in the morning as Eric returned to the city, he hungered. And when he saw a fig tree in the way, he came to it, and found nothing thereon, but leaves only.
Eric did everything he could to coax the fig tree to produce fruit but it just wouldn't budge.
Just then two young schoolgirls passed by. One whispered in the ear of the other, "That's that Hebrew hillbilly who claims to be be 'God Incarnate,' creator of the universe, yet he doesn't realise that fig trees don't produce fruit out of season... tee hee hee."
Embarrassed, one of the leprechauns nudged Eric in the ribs and said, "Mate, it's winter. Fig trees don't produce fruit in the winter."
Eric pretended not to hear and continued to engage the vegetable in conversation, but still the fig tree failed to oblige.
Eric was livid, he eventually became so angry with this rebellious vegetable that he placed a deadly curse there-upon.
"Let no fruit grow on thee henceforth for ever," screamed Eric, his face turning an ugly purple.
And presently the fig tree withered away.
All characters in this account are fictional. In no way is this tale meant to be representative of the story that appears in Matthew 21:18-19
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