Once upon a time there was a young boy named Ken. Ken lived with his father who was a poor farmer in a small village. Every morning, Ken and his father would work on the farm together, tending to the crops and animals.

One day, Ken saw something strange in the sky. He squinted and saw an undeducible object flying through the air. He ran to tell his father, but his father didn’t believe him. Ken was insistent, he knew what he saw, so he decided to investigate.

Ken started walking towards the direction of what he had seen. After a few hours, he eventually made it to a clearing in the forest. There, he saw the undeducible object. It was a brightly colored balloon that seemed to have no end. Ken was fascinated and decided to take it home with him.

When Ken got back home, he showed the balloon to his father. His father was amazed and decided to keep it in the house. Over the next few weeks, Ken and his father kept an eye on the balloon, but no matter how much they studied it, they couldn’t figure out what it was or where it had come from.

Time passed and eventually one day, the balloon started to move. Ken and his father were so excited to finally figure out what the balloon was, but it was undeducible. They watched as it flew up into the sky and was gone in a matter of seconds.

Ken and his father were sad, but they were also filled with wonder and awe. They also realized that it wasn’t important to know what the balloon was. What mattered was that it had brought something special into their lives, an experience that could never be forgotten.

The moral of the story is that it is alright to not know the answer to every question. Sometimes it is just as important to appreciate something for what it is, and to appreciate the experience.