The Tale of the Drunk Hobo

I think that I shall tell the tale of the drunk hobo in the pot maker's shop.

Once upon a time, in the clan of the green mango, there was a pot maker very skilled in his craft. He made pots like no other; pots so elegant and beautiful that his fame even spread to the great Mangore himself; pots so intricately crafted that they could blind a man for being of such high quality. One summer day as the pot maker sat in his work shop, carving away at his clay, a hobo, drunk from drinking the liquor of the white man stumbled into the shop. Before the pot maker had time to chase the hobo away, the drunkard threw up and fell over, crushing and ruining several of the maker's greatest pots. The old pot maker grew furious and threw the drunk hobo over the edge of a cliff. Mangore, watching from his kingdom in the heavens laughed heartily and invited the pot maker to break mango in his abode. The mango was sweet and juicy like none other and life was good.

Moral: Make the world a better place and Mangore just might spare you.