In a remote part of the country, there stood a deserted mansion. In the grounds of this mansion, there was a pig sty, in which lived two tramps. They’d lived there for years, eating swill and drinking rainwater. “This is ridiculous,” the first one said; “why don’t we go and live in the house?” The second one reminded him (again) that it was because of the large grizzly bear that lived there. “I’ve never seen it, not once,” he retorted, “so I’m going there right now. I’m sick of this filthy sty.” He gathered up his belongings and went into the house. Five minutes later he was eaten alive by the grizzly.