I actually like this oneHe retreated into himself. He found a cave of treasures.
He lived in the miasma of belief. He believed they could
drastically reduce production costs. It was a jersey with
the letter ‘H’ on it. He had domesticated, shyly at first,
several species of gourd. He nailed his colours to the mast.
He boiled the skin from frogs. Camembert was a rare delicacy.
Value was his lodestone. He knew where the eels congregated.
He knew where the turtles lay their eggs. He said Nature is a
Harmonious Balance. Wowie Zowie. There were tin deposits
in the hills to the north.