The Chief of the local village was having strange lapses of uncontrollable fits, so he sent for the witch doctor to find the cure.

The shaman did his diagnosis and made up a potion to give to the shan when he had his next fit. They waited for weeks and weeks, but the shan seemed to be okay.

The shaman continued to follow the shan everywhere he went to administer the potion in case of a fit.

Soon, the time came for the shan to lead his warriors into a battle with a neighboring tribe. The shaman, though afraid, went with the shan to the battlefield, just in case the shan should have a fit in the middle of battle.

Sure enough, as battle was joined, in the middle of the chaos, the shan began having a fit. The shaman ran out to aid the leader but was killed by a hail of spears.

So...the moral of the story is...

"Hang back when the fit hits the shan"


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