' … One day, a group of Her Children were walking along a road, when a gentleman appeared. His clothes were made of fine silks overlaid with gold thread and pearls, and at his waist swung a weighty pouch of silver. As he passed Her Children, he looked over their heads and sniffed in contempt.

"Let us beat him and rob him", said one of the Daughters. "He is arrogant and sneers at us, and he can easily afford the loss of a few coins."

"No, we should leave him alone", said her Brother, "We have no desperate need of his gold, and we have no other quarrel with him. Let us leave him be, and go on our way."

At this, the Daughter's face hardened. "If you will not see Her wisdom, that we are the stronger and worthier and therefore what he has is rightfully ours, then so be it. We do not need your help."

Then the other Children left their Brother and ran after the gentleman. They hurled rocks and sticks after him, and knocked him to the ground. Then Her Children ripped away his pouch of silver and his fine clothes, and divided them equally between them. They left his whimpering, pitiful form bruised but alive, curled in a ball by the roadside.

When the other Children had left, their Brother approached the gentleman. He had seen a large bulge under the gentleman's vest, which the other Children had missed. The Son reached in and pulled out a pouch of fine gems, which he then hid deep inside his clothing.

Smiling to himself at having gained so much wealth for no effort, the Son had turned to leave when a shadow fell across him. Looking up, he saw his Mother looking down at him with cold eyes.

"Mother, I was just retrieving these gems which my Sisters and Brothers had missed, that I might give them to the Family."

A look of disappointment crossed his Mother's face. "My Child, why do you lie to me? I saw you waiting until the others had gone, and then gloating over the prize which you do not deserve. Those gems were won by your Brothers and Sisters, so they are rightfully theirs. Have I taught you nothing?" She sighed with regret. "I cast you off. May Sithis deal with you as She sees fit."

As his Mother strode into the distance, the Son laughed. What need had he for a mother, when he had rich gems? He would go into the world and become mighty, he thought.

Within a moment he had fallen to the ground, clutching his side. Poisonous Snakes swarmed out of the pouch which had contained the gems, stinging the Son all over until he collapsed, bloated and purple, on the floor, screaming in agony. And so he received Her judgement.'