Behold the Man from Saniti is walking his beast through the land of fools, the Valley of the Great Wind
when he stumbles upon the beast remnants of a local villager who has sinned
So the man from Saniti uses his tools
to take the sin back to his mountain and save the fools
Day after day, week after week, year after year
fools of the Valley of the Great Wind praise the one who makes remnants disappear
One day one Tool of a Fool says to the Other Fool
“The man from Saniti should rule
Just look at all these great deeds he has done for us with his tool”
The Other Fool tells all the other fools that the Man from Saniti should be anointed
“Just look at the work he has performed, surely we won’t be disappointed”
So, the fools anoint the Man from Saniti to enforce the laws of the Valley of Great Wind
One day the man from Saniti steps in a fool’s sin and catches a fool in the act
“By what measure of punishment shall I give you based upon this fact?”
“You are just and fair, I shall clean your boot.”
“You have no tool, you fool, your point is moot.”
“Surely, you have a just punishment. After all, you are the arbiter of truth.”
“What you lack in tools, your tongue makes up for.”
So, the fools lick the man’s boot upon every violation
But a day arose the boots were so clean, the Man from Saniti issues a citation
“What is this citation? Can I not lick your boot any longer?” asks the fool
To which the Man from Saniti says, “There is much to cleanup. I need a bigger tool.”
The fools were in awe of the great wisdom of the Man from Saniti
“As sure as the day is long, we fools shall pay double, even triple your citation!”
Then one day a Great Hot Wind blew down from the Mountain of Saniti through the Valley of the Great Wind
There was a foul odor, and the fools thought for sure it was because they had sinned
“We must ask the wise Man from the Mountain of Saniti what to do!”
So the fools sent a pool of fools to meet with the Man of Saniti.
“I know just the solution for all this pollution!”
The fools rejoiced and sang praise. “Praise be to the Man of Saniti?”
“What is your solution, wise Man of Saniti?”
“My sister, Tirana can cleanup your mess.”
“But she wears no boots, wise Man of Saniti. How shall this be done?”
“She will provide you each with a list of tithing and restraint”
At that very moment one of the tool fools did faint
“Look, the foul odor has made him faint!”
“Praise be to Tirana! Praise be to Saniti!”
The fools sat with Tirana as she developed her plan
One cow for one man
No more, no less
Worried and troubled, the fools began to stress
Men of Saniti, numbering in hundreds, walked in at Tirana’s bequest
The Man of Saniti inquires “What is the worry, fools?”
The Man from Saniti’s boots were dirty
The pool of fools numbered only in thirty
“There is no worry, O wise Man from Saniti. Tirana is wise and just!”
“Praise be to my sister, Tirana?”
“Yes, heaps of praise be to sister Tirana!”
The fools return home to the Valley of the Great Wind
Joyful and gleefully, they tell the other fools of the great plan from Tirana
“Praise be to sister Tirana!”
“Praise be to the Men of Saniti!”
Being Jared 