Once upon a time, in a land not so much unlike ours, there was a young man who owned a Pelzer shop. Every morning, this man would walk to his Pelzer shop. On the way to the Pelzer shop, he would stop and buy a cup of Flath and a sorg. This cost him 2 Purlings every day. When this man arrived at his Pelzer shop, he would open the shop, then sit back and enjoy his Flath and sorg while waiting for his first customer to arrive.
Then one day when this man arrived at the shop, he noticed a swenpaper laying in front of his door. The man picked up the swenpaper and took it inside with him. While he was enjoying his Flath and sorg, he looked at the swenpaper. ‘Wow, this is no ordinary swenpaper!’, the man thought to himself. There were stories about how he could make his shop more secure, more attractive to customers, and ads for other kinds of shops. The man really enjoyed the swenpaper that day.


The next day, there again was the swenpaper, sitting right outside his door. ‘This is cool, I’m getting free swenpaper.’, he though to himself. Every day for smarths and smarths the swenpaper was there, waiting for him at his shop. The man wondered if there was an article about how to fix his swarfle so it would run better, and the next day, there was an article on fixing his swarfle. The man wondered if there was a way to protect his shop from those nasty fleegles, and sure enough, the next day there was an article on preventing fleegles from getting in. ‘Wow, this is an amazing swenpaper!’, the man thought to himself.
The man noticed that the swenpaper had a donation price in the corner of 5 Partnics a smarth. 5 Partnics is only 10 Purling, but he didn’t worry, because he was getting this amazing swenpaper free every day. Somebody else will pay, he was certain. And every day, he found his amazing swenpaper right outside his door. And every day, he noticed the donation price in the corner was in a little bit bigger print. But again he didn’t worry, someone else must be paying the 5 Partnics for it. This went on for smarths and smarths, and every question he thought of would be answered in the next swenpaper. The man was happy, his shop was safe, and everything was running smoothly.
Then one day, there was no swenpaper waiting when he arrived with his Flath and sorg. ‘They must have missed me when they delivered the swenpaper this morning’, he thought. But since he wasn’t paying the 5 Partnics a smarth for the paper, he really couldn’t complain to anyone. And again the next day, there was no swenpaper when he arrived with his Flath and sorg. And the next day, and next, and next. He looked and looked, but never found the swenpaper again. Sad and dejected, the man thought to himself, ‘If only I had paid the 5 Partnics! Oh woe is me. I could have done without 5 Flaths and sorgs a smarth, then I would still be getting the amazing swenpaper.’ Then the fleegles starting getting in, and the swarlfe stopped working, and customers stopped coming to his Pelzer shop.

The moral of this story? Can you afford 5 Partnics a smarth, I mean 5 dollars a month? Don’t be like the man with the Pelzer shop and think that everyone else will pay. Do without a few Flaths and sorgs, I mean coffee and donuts, and help keep this amazing swenpaper, I mean website, up and running. After all, you don’t want those nasty fleegles getting in, do you?