A chimney-sweeper came in one town. He wore white pants, snow white shirt and white shoes. Only hid hat and brush were black. People were astonished. He can’t be real!, a person guessed. He is no chimney-sweeper!, another agreed. What kind of chimney-sweeper are you? , a third one was astonished. Absolutely real!, the chimney-sweeper replied. Then he was offered to clean the chimneys. He did clean them but there was not a single spot of soot on him. He had even become whiter. And his shoes were white, and his pants were white, and his shirt was even white! It’s impossible!, people exclaimed and started touching him in order to make sure he was real. And they touched him, and they touched him, and… the chimney-sweeper got black.
simply stated – insecurity kills
/the fee has been taken/
