The chief of the small African tribe

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always welcomed important visitors from his solid wooden throne. However, he never liked using the same one twice so had a new one made for each occasion.
Because they were too good to be thrown away, his servants stored the old ones in the loft of his hut. But there was a calamity.
One day the ceiling collapsed under the weight and the chief was killed. Which just goes to show: "People who live in grass houses, shouldn't stow thrones."