...and it came to pass that the Cameronites came unto the Treasury Chamber, that there might be an accounting of the public purse and of the millstones hung about the necks of the people by the Brownites. And they received speakers of the tribes of Scrounge and Handowt who sat on their asses all day, and of the hordes of the Snoutsintrof, who toiled not but who supped as kings from the treasury, even as the people starved.
And these speakers spake, as speakers do, but their voices were harsh and their words discordant. " Hear ye, son of Cam, it is our right to bleed the people that we may wear fine raiment and eat high off the hog. if ye strive to deprive us of our birthright, we shall unite and smite thee by staying in our tents when the sun rises and we shall not go e'en unto our place of work, and the garbage shall rise in piles, and the sick shall not be trundled around on little chariots, and a myriad more of noisome disturbances shall afflict the land. Now speak, that we may know your intention"
And the son of Cam, whose tunic was not bound at the neck by a colourful ribbon, and whose youthful aspect brought joy unto the women of the land, yea, both handmaidens and those well-stricken in years, spake thus,
" Do you feel that fortune smiles upon thee, o lowly weakling? Create a period for me between one sunrise and the next! " and these words would echo in later generations when used by Clint, of the tribes of the forests where the sun rises..