One day, as he was purchasing a large bundle of wood from a Poor Man, a Priest came by. He saw the few pennies that the Rich Man had thrown at the Poor Man’s feet, and he could not help saying,—
“My Rich Brother, can you not be more generous than this? Do you not see that this Poor Woodsman has brought you a large bundle of wood, and you are sending him away with only a penny or two? How can he buy bread enough to keep himself and his family from starving with such small wages?”
But the Rich Man was greatly vexed at the Priest’s words. “What is it to me that the man is poor?” he cried, and he drove both the Poor Man and the Priest from his door.
That very night, this same bundle of sticks caught fire and the Rich Man’s house and barn burned to the ground. Thus he awoke the next morning to find himself as poor as the poorest wood-chopper from whom he had ever bought wood.