Thrones

There was once a king of an island nation.  of all his subjects, he had the
largest harem, the most coconuts, and the biggest grass hut.  But the king
wasn't satisfied.  He wanted more, more, more.  Needless to say, he was
thrilled when a large ship capsized in a storm and spilled its cargo, some of
it washing ashore.  One item, an immense box, was so heavy (and yet bouyant)
that the subjects who found it brought it right to their rather egocentric
ruler.  Upon opening the box, an enormous jewelled throne was revealed.  This
was just what the king wanted.  he ordered his dervishes to immediately place
the new throne inside his hut in place of his old dilapidated stone throne. 
Once this was done, the workers waited outside with the old throne for the
king's instructions on how to dispose of it.  The king was jealous, remember,
and rather than risk someone getting hold of his old throne, he decided to
store it in his attic.  So groaning and heaving and hoing, the dervishes put
the throne on top of the kings hut.  All was well for a bit, until another
large storm occurred.  The wind blew so hard that the old stone throne on top
of the king's hut crashed through the roof and landed on the king, killing him
instantly.  The moral of this story, other than the obvious detriments of
egocentrism?  People in grass houses shouldn't stow thrones.