[Cyclefrance]

As you liked the last one so much....

There was a little known tribe that lived in the jungles of Africa – civilised, to an extent, but not in our sense of the word - you know, all grass skirts, bones through noses, and huts made out of mud and grass.

Well, they had a new chief, and new chiefs being what new chiefs will be, he wanted to make an impression. So he gave orders for a throne to be built for him, made from the finest materials that were available in the jungle.

And so it was that the natives gathered wood and vines and elephant tusks and a variety of other materials and proceeded to build him the most enormous and elaborate thrown (thrown...? sheesh: throne!). He was well pleased.

But then he realised he didn't have a special place to put his thrown (aaww, come on, spell it right,, for God's sake!). That was no good at all, so he gave order that he be built a new and grand house made from the finest grass, and, so that the throne (at last!) should be set in a place fitting its importance his natives were made to construct a sort of dais for the throne (OK, now we're talking...), rather like a second floor, for in fact he wanted to use the area under the dais as a (relatively-speaking) sumptuous bedroom.

When the chief’s new hut was ready to have its roof fitted (but before this was done) the natives raised the throne by ropes and pulleys and laid it to rest on the dais. It looked splendid, and the chief was again well pleased.

The roof was finally fitted placed over the total ensemble and the chief ordered a celebration to commemorate this achievement – the finest grass hut in the jungle, complete with throne and all mod cons (for natives living in the jungle that is).

It was well past midnight when the partying finished, and the chief and his natives went yawning to their respective beds. But just before dawn there was this mighty crashing sound, and all the natives woke to discover that their chief’s new hut had collapsed under the weight of the thrown (oh. no, not again...) – the roof that had been added last proved just too much for the walls to bear – and worse still the chief lie crushed and perished under his new throne (redeemed myself!).

Naturally, everyone was extremely sad - I mean the chief had only been around a few days. What a tragedy!, Still, as one of the natives quite rightly pointed out - it just went to show that people in grass houses shouldn’t stow thrones.