Once upon a time, in the dark forest, there was a man who now one knew of. He was a dark man, but on the same time tall and handsome. He had a enormous piece of wood hanging from his belt, which gave him a bit of a limp.
But it did not stop him from jumping from three to three, screaming like a monkey on fire.
One day the city-people came to burn down the forest to build a new sky-scraper. A small, but smart bird told the dark man, which turned his brain into alert mode. What the hell was this, he thought.
Who are those creatures trying to burn my home and demolish all the wonderful, beautiful afternoon snack, which you may refer to as animals. Why? Why? How can I stop this?
Maybe I can outsmart them, by setting my trousers on fire and jump from bush to bush, scaring them into thinking the forest is hunted? Yes, yes, this is a good idea! he cried out loud!
This was the last anyone saw of the dark man from the forest, besides the story in the newspaper about a burning lunatic, when the people from the government came to inspect the forest, which they wanted to turn into a reservation.