When I said three consecutive posts, I was apparently not clear about the concept of “consecutive”.

Anyway, the moral of the previous story was

Let your pages do the walking through the yellow fingers.
(To understand the joke you need to know some bit of advertising trivia. “Let your fingers do the walking through the yellow pages was an ad line)

Anyway let’s move on. So these pages stole the throne and made off from the castle. They halted for the night at the home of a sympathetic villager. The villager was poor and his house was actually a thatched hut with a roof made of grass. So they stowed away the throne into the attic of the hut and slept for the night. Unfortunately, because of the wait weight (grr….) of the throne, the hut collapsed. What is the moral of the story?