[align=center]The Slapdash Carpenter and the Apprentice, by Uhr-Kulmbizharr[/align]
Once upon a time, there was a slapdash carpenter. Everyone knew him to always work in a haste and rush through his labour. He completed in speed what others perfected in accuracy. He guessed and he fumbled and he supposed, and never knew he something for sure before embarking upon a task. One day, the slapdash carpenter worked on a common brick dwelling. He clambered up among the roof beams of the building to fasten wickerwork and planks in preparation for the fireproof stamped earth layer, when suddenly his apprentice called out:
“Master, the house shall have an open courtyard!” shouted the apprentice.
“I knew that,” lied the slapdash carpenter and produced a piece of chalk. He quickly drew a line at will on a sturdy beam, and grabbed his saw, when suddenly his apprentice called out:
“Master, that’s wrong! To measure is to know, everything else is a wild guess. Just look at the place you’ve marked out!” shouted the apprentice.
“Shut up! There’s nothing wrong with my experienced estimation!” snapped the slapdash carpenter and sawed off his own leg. For such is the fate of the hasty.
- The Slapdash Carpenter and the Apprentice, by Daemonsmith Uhr-Kulmbizharr the Blind, the renowned Chaos Dwarf author of fable stories during the foundation of Zharr-Naggrund*
* A common variant of this story ends instead with the carpenter sawing off the beam he is sitting on, dropping him to the ground and breaking his neck.