Pidz
113 / male
Not Alabama, England, UK
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Yes... It's time for another Shaggy Dog Story...
'The Golden Throne'.
Please note... For those who tire easily, this is the shortened version. So you will still be home in time for your cocoa. 
On the south edge of the deepest and darkest part of the African jungle, many years ago, was the home of the Maganji tribe. They were a peaceful and friendly society, living in splendour with lavish homes for everyone in their township. All made out of clay bricks, tiled roofs and each having a beautiful landscaped garden. This was afforded to them by the fact that rainfall coming down from the mountain sprung up into their local stream, bringing with it a constant supply of gold ingots washed out from the seams of the hillside which they collected. The people of the village were extremely wealthy and it was not uncommon to own at least ten goats each. The Chief of the tribe was by far the richest. In his vanity he actually had a throne made of solid gold weighing several tons!!
Meanwhile, on the northern edge of the jungle lived the Batumi tribe. They were poor and survived on scavenging and what they could grow. Their stream only brought rocks washed down on their side of the mountain. Their village was modest with houses built of cane and grass, which they sealed with mud. To own one goat would be a dream.
In time, the Batumi chief got to hear about ‘The Golden Throne’ and wanted it for himself. So he built up a huge army of warriors and prepared to invade and plunder the Maganji palace to steal it. Well, the palace was not prepared for the invasion and lost out to the warriors. The throne was removed and taken by force, back through the jungle to the Batumi chief. He was well pleased sitting on his spectacular golden throne every day and dishing out politics to his administrative tribal leaders.
But the Maganji chief plotted a revenge attack to reclaim his lost throne. He commenced setting up his own army of warriors. In the weeks leading up to the confrontation, the Batumi chief got wind of the retaliation and was worried his newly acquired throne would be gone… So he organised his ministers into a think-tank on what to do. The final agreement would be to hide the throne out of sight but where to put it, where it wouldn’t be found? Again the think-tank assembled and eventually settled on the idea of using thick ropes and much manpower to hoist the heavy weight up into roof space of the chief’s grass and mud palace, then place it on the main rafters and cover the ceiling with wads of mud to conceal the hiding place, which they did…
The day arrived when the Maganji chief and his warriors stormed the Batumi palace, but when they entered the Batumi chief’s council chambers everything came to an abrupt halt! The Maganji’s expected to see their foe sat on the golden throne and not one made of fig leaf and cane. The Batumi chief stood up in front of his council and said, ‘You must be mistaken, you were probably robbed by the tribe in the east’. And in the silence was an eerie whining noise and suddenly a violent crack, as the main rafter gave way sending the heavy golden throne down, crushing the Batumi chief dead. The Maganji chief and his army of warriors cheered and they set about hauling the throne back through the jungle to its rightful home.
THE END.
The moral of the story is…
People, who live in grass houses shouldn’t stow thrones! 
Pidz.
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