Once upon a time, there was a young boy named, Juice-Tin.
Juice-Tin was a bit of a scamp and was forever getting into scrapes.
One day, Juice-Tin was at his new friend, Zed's house. He liked the house very much but what he liked most, was the Beer Fridge. It was a tall glass fronted cabinet and you could see everything within.
Juice-Tin asked Zed if he could buy his Beer Fridge. Zed was happy to sell. He had gone off beer a long time ago and sometimes forgot he even owned a Beer Fridge.
Juice-Tin paid Zed a lot of money for the Beer Fridge and also for all of the beers inside it.
After the sale was complete Juice-Tin admired his new fridge.
I like this fridge very much but I am not so fond of the beers within. I shall sell them and replace them with my favourite brand of sTRONg beer.
He said aloud.
Some of Zed's housemates overheard this and were puzzled. Sure, Zed was allowed to sell the fridge. After all, he owned it but they remembered times when Zed had promised them that the beers belonged to the house.
The next day when Juice-Tin arrived at the house to admire his shiny fridge he found there was a padlock on the door, and he could not get into it.
The house mates angrily explained to him that the beers were theirs and he wasn't getting them because Zed had promised them to the house.
Juice-Tin shook his head and went away to think.
That night, he rounded up some of his friends, Bin-Dance, Hobo and Polio. Together they snuck into the house and broke the padlock on the Beer Fridge replacing it with a big and strong padlock of their own.
The next day the House Mates discovered Juice-Tin's shiny new padlock and were very cross. They rounded up as many of their friends as they could and told Juice-Tin's Momma, Twitphelia, what had happened.
She was very cross and cornered Juice-Tin and his gang of friends and asked them what was going on.
Juice-Tin told his Momma that he had been duped by Zed and that it wasn't his fault.
Bin-Dance broke down crying saying that he had helped and he was sorry and would mend his ways and that they had never meant anything bad to happen.
Hobo and Polio joined in and claimed it was all a misunderstanding.
Juice-Tin's Momma was not at all pleased with any of their behaviour.
She took the padlock off the Beer Fridge and put a new one on with a double lock that would only open if the housemates and Juice-Tin opened it together.
You have all been very naughty boys.
Then she took down the big wooden paddle from the shelf where it hung. It's wood was smooth with years of ass-whooping and sung with the cries of past torment.
Now, where is that little scamp, Zed?
Disclaimer: Any resemblance to actual crypto things, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
