There was a tribe that made new thrones for each chief, while burning the previous throne.



One day, a man thought, “Hey, let’s just store these thrones in memorium of our previous chiefs!”

So the man started storing each of the thrones in his grass hut. Over the years, the number of thrones rose. For each year there was a new chief, the previous throne was stored in his grass hut.

Eventually, he built a second floor for the newest additions. Year after year he stored each throne that the chiefs used.


By the time a third floor was built, the thrones kept getting collected.

And in the end, the grass hut collapsed on him.

The moral of the story is: He who lives in grass huts mustn’t stow thrones.

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