Stories that sound awfully familiar.

A quiet small town on a sunny morning. Every shop has a CLOSED sign. One man in a park bends to pick up a stick.

A man kneels in his house, hiding a shiny coat, a bag of silver and a gold bar under a loose floorboard.

A general in uniform stands on a hill above a quiet valley town, holding a map. A glow shines in the clouds behind him.

A tiny crib in a quiet room lit by a single window. A man in a uniform sits on the floor beside it with his head down.

A golden box with wings on its lid rides on a brand-new trailer in a parade. A young man walks beside it.

A smiling couple hands a thick envelope of money across a table to a church leader.

A neat street of houses at dusk. Families stand on their front steps, looking toward town hall.

A hairy man in a leather belt sits on top of a rocky hill. Far below, a line of police officers walks up the road.

A long-haired, very strong young man at a wedding party, grinning and holding up one finger like he has a riddle.

A couple with suitcases arriving in a big, shiny city. The man is whispering to the woman.

A powerful ruler on a golden balcony looks down at a long line of tired workers carrying bricks.