In a tale as old as time (or at least Aesop's time), a farmer stumbled upon a goose with a peculiar laying style: golden eggs. Ecstatic (and let's be honest, a little confused), the farmer became a regular at the market, his pockets jingling merrily. But greed, as it often does, reared its ugly head.

Impatient for instant riches, the farmer did the unthinkable (and frankly, illogical) - he slaughtered The Goose that Laid the Golden Eggs, believing it must be made of gold from the inside. Alas, the golden touch wasn't transferable, and the farmer was left with a very ordinary goose dinner and a lifetime supply of regret. The moral of the story? Patience is a virtue, especially when dealing with feathered friends who lay precious metals.