The prosperous town of Armore was built next to a forest.
Late one night Old-Man-Log came out of the forest and sat down in the middle of the town’s market square.
He opened up the palm of his right hand and started cackling.
The next morning as the sun came up he was still sitting there cackling at the palm of his hand.
The towns-folk of Armore gathered around him to learn the source of Old-Man-Log’s amusement.
There in the middle of his palm was a little red man who was dancing.
“Who is that little red fellow?” asked the townsfolk falling over themselves to get a better look at him.
“Why, his name is Mammon,” said Old-Man-Log, “see how he dances and spins for your amusement growing redder and redder?”
“Let me see…”
So it went with the towns-folk of Armore as they pushed and shoved…
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