I'm sorry....
A tribal chieftain commissioned the construction of a new throne. When it was finished, he was not satisfied, so he commissioned another one. Meanwhile, he put the rejected throne in the attic of his grass hut.

When the second throne arrived, he still was not satisfied.
He put it in the attic and commissioned another more elaborate one.

Well, the third one arrived, and wouldn't you know it, he still was not happy, so up to the attic it went.

Finally he sent for the best craftsmen from the surrounding villages, gave them explicit instructions, and told them to take as long as they needed. After six long months, the craftsmen finally appeared with the masterpiece. The chief was elated, and he ordered it placed right in the center of his hut. As he got himself comfortable on the beautiful throne, a big smile came across his face. The craftsmen were so relieved they had succeeded that everyone broke out in song and dance, creating quite a commotion. Then, in the middle of the jubilation, some of the structural supports were jostled, the ceiling collapsed, and the three rejected thrones in the attic came tumbling down on the chief, killing him instantly.

So, the moral of the story is simple: people who live in grass houses shouldn't stow thrones!
(Bluffboy South Africa! World Champions!!!, Wed 11 Mar 2009, 7:10, 3 replies)

Clever.
Well written. Made me smile. Clicked.
(Potty Jag har smör i min rumpspringa, Wed 11 Mar 2009, 9:13, closed)

Unfortunately
written somewhere on the first few pages.
( uberdeity Wondered why Owen Lars knew of the term "hell" on, Wed 11 Mar 2009, 10:46, closed)

oh
shit...
(Bluffboy South Africa! World Champions!!!, Wed 11 Mar 2009, 13:28, closed)