An African chief heard stories about kings
that sat on thrones. So he had
one built for him out of ivory. He had his men set it outside his hut’s
door every morning and there he sat to reign over his “kingdom.” He sent
out raiding parties to subdue other tribes and forced them to bring
expensive offerings to him.
Other chiefs thought it was the throne that gave him this power. So
chief made a raid and took off with the throne. Then HE was the one
everyone had to give expensive gifts to. Chief after chief captured the
throne and made like kings.
Finally, the original chief got the throne back. This time, he hid
had his men put heavy-duty rafters in his grass-thatched hut and built an
attic. They hoisted the throne up into the attic. He remained king because
raiding parties could not find the throne.
One day the chief was sitting in his hut. Suddenly there was a terrible
cracking sound above his head and the throne broke through the rafters
fell smack on top of the chief, killing him
The moral of this story:
People who live in grass houses shouldn’t stow thrones.
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