The mighty chief of a Maori tribe died when his son and heir had not yet come of age. It was decided that until the boy was old enough to assume his royal duties, the tribe would be governed by a regent. Furthermore, to assure than no one but the legitimate chief would sit on the throne, it was secured in the rafters of the royal hut, held in place by strong ropes.
All went well until one day the heir was playing with his friends in the palace. Without warning, the ropes broke and the throne fell on the prince, killing the royal child instantly.
Moral: People who live in grass houses shouldn't stow thrones.
Boru
All went well until one day the heir was playing with his friends in the palace. Without warning, the ropes broke and the throne fell on the prince, killing the royal child instantly.
Moral: People who live in grass houses shouldn't stow thrones.
Boru
‘But it does me no injury for my neighbour to say there are twenty gods or no gods. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg.’ - Thomas Jefferson