This missionary got sent to evangelize among the Fuzzie Wuzzies on Bongo Bongo but was having little success. He approached the King of the Fuzzie Wuzzies to see what would be necessary to engender his cooperation. The King had seen pictures of European kings and queens sitting on thrones, and he told the missionary that he would have the entire tribe convert if only he could have a golden throne. The missionary wrote home to the Home Mission Board to tell them of this marvelous opportunity; could they please send him a golden throne? So they sent him one (okay, it wasnt solid gold, but the King liked it a lot), and the whole tribe converted and the missionary was a big success. In his later years, however, the King of the Fuzzie Wuzzies got kind of arthritic and decided that sitting on his hard old golden throne was exacerbating his aches and pains, so he stashed the throne up in the attic of his little grass shack. Sure enough, one day the throne came crashing through the ceiling and squashed the old King of the Fuzzie Wuzzies. Which only goes to show that people who live in grass houses shouldnt stow thrones.
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