Once there was an industrious young man who labored long and hard to build his new bride a stone house. When it was finished, they moved in and celebrated late into the night with music, dancing, feasting, a big fire in the hearth, and many glasses of wine. As they emptied their glasses, they hurled them against the walls and laughed. Sharp shards flew everywhere. New goblets were filled and quaffed. They got so drunk they danced on the shattered glass until their feet were shredded and blood covered the floor. People who live in stone houses shouldn’t throw glasses.
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