Long, long ago the Primes would often walk among furres, teaching and playing and at times, even having children. Chim was never one to miss out on any fun and his adventures among the furres were many. This is not a story about Chim, but about one of his children, Mitch, who grew to be a fine furre and a devoted worshipper of his father. Unfortunately, this left Mitch quite poor, and his wife was displeased to say the least. She nagged him to get a job.
"That's beneath my dignity!" said Mitch. "I am a faithful servant of Chim."
Mitch's wife gave him a wry grin, saying "If that's so, then you should ask him for back wages."
Mitch thought that was quite the excellent idea and set about preparing to do just that. He went out in the garden and began praying to Chim... Very LOUDLY
"CHIM HEAR ME! YOU KNOW I HAVE SERVED YOU WELL. FOR ALL MY PAST SERVICE GONE UNREWARDED, I BEG YOU GRANT ME A HUNDRED PIECES OF GOLD"
On and on and on he prayed like this, shouting right into the night. Hearing him, Mitch's neighbor thought to play a trick on Mitch. He filled a bag with gold and tossed it over the fence to land at Mitch's feet.
"Oh Chim, thank you" cried Mitch and promptly showed the gold to his wife, who was no less amazed at the miracle
The two of them began to live a bit less miserly, but the neighbor became annoyed that his joke had gone unappreciated. He went to Mitch and demanded his money back.
"Ha! You heard my prayers as did Chim, and now you are pretending it was you who answered them. Off with you, scoundrel!"
"If you don't return the money," said the neighbor, "I will take you to court!"
Mitch scratched his chin, then shrugged. "Alright, if you're determined to do such a thing, let's get it over with right now... But, you know how judges are. I don't have clothes as fine as yours nor a scarhawk to ride. I'm afraid the case would be biased in your favor by appearances. That would be unjust.. pray, lend me a fine robe and a scarhawk to ride. Then we can see the judge"
The neighbor agreed somewhat begrudgingly and off they went. The neighbor presented his case first, rather droly as you might expect, and when Mitch was asked to speak, he replied that his defense was insanity... his neighbor's insanity, in fact.
"How is this so?" asked the judge.
"If you ask him," replied Mitch, "he will claim that everything is his. The money, the scarhawk, why, even the clothes on my back."
"But they are!" cried the neighbor.
The case was promptly dismissed and Mitch and his wife lived quite happily thereafter.