Sly McSomthing Else

There was once a fellow named Sly McSomthing Else and he was a really brilliant leader of men.  He would wake early in the morning and he would retire late in the evening.  Every day, Sly was able to do all of his assigned tasks and then even have time to dance in the streets as he always loved doing when he was sure that he did his job the way that he was told to do so.  
One day, Sly built a steeple on his home and painted it green.  It was a really nice looking steeple and he really loved coming home at night.  Then one day it rained and a hailstorm came about.  The hail was the size of grapefruit and it made holes in Sly's roof.  Sly decided that he could fix the roof just after he danced in the streets before going home to sleep the next day.  What Sly did not know was that the steeple was also damaged and that it was about to fall into the home.  I do not know what happened to Sly, but had he inspected his home better, he would have noticed the damage and arrived home earlier and without dancing in the street.  It was a fun way to live but sadly, Sly was really no longer able to sleep in his home as the entire house collapsed when the steeple fell within.   I believe Sly is still alive but noone could help Sly.   He no longer could perform his job becuase his bed that he always enjoyed and let him get up early was stuck in the house that had collapsed.  The only place he could go was a neighbors house and the neighbor did not have a nice bed like Sly had once had.  Sly stuck it out a few months, but alas, Sly could no longer perform his job and never was able to feel good about dancing in the street again. 
The moral of this story is that if you dont inspect your home thoroughly after the storm hits, you might not have a home in which to sleep and then you are going to be in a troubled situation that may or may not work for you.  I trust that Sly was rich when he was working but since he was fired from his job, he was no longer able to be the leader that he really thought he was meant to be.   I pity him in the way one may pity his left hand when his right hand wears the ring.  I can not speak with Sly now becuase Sly has no longer been available to me.  He retreated to the basement of his neighbor's home and refuses to speak to anyone anymore.  Sly might have fixed himself up if he had just slept a little bit longer and found a new job. But Sly was not feeling good enough to try to do that due to the fact that if he did a new job and was sleeping more, there would be no time to dance in the street and Sly was not going to work if he could not celebrate his progress.  It was the end of my experiences with Sly.  He is well fed and he is alive and well, but we never will see Sly again.