The Undeserving Poor

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Giant A-Plenty was in search of a place to lay his head and he found the county of Simply Fabulous suited to his purpose. The folks thought they had not seen anyone more impressive than him. Giant A-Plenty was sleepy so he settled himself in a field and slept!
What a sleep! While he slept the folks, little people to be sure, came out and admired his snoring person. They examined his personal belongings and never had they seen anything like it. His toothpick was so marvelous that they thought it made a good pole and his pocket comb the farmers used for scouring the fields. Except Squire Buddy-buddy. His field was already in use by our giant. The hapless squire didn’t have the heart to wake him up. His sneeze would have blown him off you see. So he suffered abject poverty for some ten years in a row.
At last the giant woke up and asked all the folks to line up. Having taken the census, a new word coined by him he ordered,
“ Each of you owe me something,- ‘I call it property tax’” he said. He made them all pay up and when the turn of Squire Buddy-buddy came he said he had nothing to pay. He made a litany of all the misery his family suffered. “ Failed crops! That is my ruin!” he bawled. He couldn’t have said the true reason lest he should offend the great person of A-Plenty.
What did the giant do? He possessed the field of Squire for what he owed to the nation.
The Nation? Yes he considered himself as one.
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