In a small town lived a super-cheap dude named Steve. Man wouldn’t give anybody a single crumb, not even a “how you doin’.”
He kept a donkey and a bunch of birds at his place. Feed ’em? Nope. They survived on garden grass and bugs.
Donkey’s thinkin’, “Gotta bounce from this cheapskate.”
One day, a bird drops dead. Steve shrugs, tosses it outside the gate.
Donkey’s like, “Bingo!” “If I play dead, he’ll dump me outside too, then I bolt.”
So he flops down, tongue out, stone cold.
Steve sees it, fake-sad face. “Aw, my donkey…” But bury it outside? Nah. Too much work.
Instead? He grabs a shovel, starts diggin’ a hole under a tree in the yard. “Free fertilizer!”
Donkey peeks, “OH SNAP.” “He’s gonna bury me alive!”
No time to think. Steve bends over the hole, BAM! Donkey mule-kicks him right in, plop, then gallops outta there like lightning.
Moral, lil’ homie? Don’t fake it with a cheapskate, or you’ll end up in the hole, literally.
