A tribal leader in the bush had a habit of getting a new throne every year. Being the chief, his hut had a second story and he would always put the old throne in the upstairs area and sit on the new one. Over the years, the old thrones kept accumulating in the upstairs until one day, while he was sitting on his throne, the ceiling gave way from the weight of all the old thrones and he was killed instantly. The moral: Those who live in grass houses shouldn't stow thrones.
The king's daughter was captured by a monster with giant yellow hands. He kept her in a cave and guarded the entrance with his hand. Knight after knight tried to rescue the princess, only to be crushed by the giant yellow hand. The kingdom was rapidly running out of good knights. Finally one day, the court page offered to rescue the princess. He went under cover of darkness, dressed all in black to blend into the night, and sneaked past the yellow handed monster and rescued the princess. The moral: Let your pages do the walking through the yellow fingers.
Last edited by OldRightHander; 10-27-2008 at 03:04 PM.