My Uncle Stonebender was visiting a king who lived in a large grass hut in the center of darkest Africa. To impress my uncle, the king purchased a new and more ornate throne, storing his old throne in the attic.
In the middle of dinner, the old throne broke through the ceiling and fell into a pot of soup.
And the moral of this story is, “People who live in grass houses shouldn’t stow thrones.”
My Uncle Stonebender was visiting a king who lived in a large grass hut in the center of darkest Africa. To impress my uncle, the king purchased a new and more ornate throne, storing his old throne in the attic.
In the middle of dinner, the old throne broke through the ceiling and fell into a pot of soup.
And the moral of this story is, “People who live in grass houses shouldn’t stow thrones.”