The fool stumbled like a drunk and fell in the kings garden hitting his hand on a rock.  When he got up, he found that he was bleeding from a cut on his hand and this caused him to become very agitated.  "I'm bleeding!" he screamed, "I'm dying, I'm dying!".   The king and his court laughed at the fool's silly joke.  Pretending that he was dying from a little cut on his hand.  But the fool wouldn't stop.  He kept yelling that he was dying, that he was bleeding to death.  
    After a while, the king grew tired of the fool's joke.  "Enough!", the king said, "you are not dying fool, it is just a scratch.  The bleeding will stop soon.  But the fool wouldn't listen.  "No", the fool said, "it won't stop.  My blood is more foolish than me and doe's not know how to become hard and stop a wound.  I will keep bleeding and die!"
    The king did not believe this, thinking it was just more of the fool silliness.  "Off to your chambers fool", the king said, "I am no longer amused.  Perhaps tomorrow you will be more entertaining. "  And the fool left, escorted by one of the servants.
    The next morning, the king went out to the garden at his usual time for tea and entertainment expecting the fool to be their waiting.  He wasn't.  "Where is my fool?", he asked, "why isn't he here?"  No one knew the answer so the king sent a servant to get the fool from his quarters.  The servant was gone longer than expected and was rather shaken when he returned.  "Your majesty", he said bowing, "the fool is dead.  I found him in his bed covered with blood.  Apparently, he did bleed to death from the cut on his hand. 
The court physician, who had just returned from a trip that morning spoke then.  "Your majesty, did you not know?  The fool had a rare blood disorder that prevents blood clotting.  If you had sent for my assistant yesterday, he would have been able to put an ointment on the cut that would have sealed it.  Now, it is too late."
    Ant that day the king learned that even fools sometimes speak the truth.