A man had a withered tree. “It’s unlucky to keep a withered tree,” said his neighbor. The first man then felled his tree and his neighbor asked for some of the wood as fuel. “The old man simply wanted some fuel,” thought the owner of the tree indignantly. “That’s why he told me to fell my tree. We are neighbors yet he tricks me in this way. That is too far.”

photo credit to Artist Brasser: http://www.saatchionline.com/art/Painting-Oil-Shelter/20391/1409298/view#