ABSTRACT
The money kept corning and the landowner was happier and happier. But that didn't last for long. The landowner felt that the money was squeezing him more and more. "It's going to suffocate me," he thought, and the money squeezed so that the landowner broke out in a cold sweat. So then he tried to throw it off. He threw and threw, but no way could he throw it off. Wherever he poked an arm, there was money.
