The Angel of Fair Play pleads the 5th.

A boy fell from a tree. It was an easy way up, and even easier way down. He didn’t have to work at it. The boy didn’t want to cry till help came. Dad was an inventor and the boy had a patented face. Dad thought it was a good move - a unique item, especially in his culture. Problem was the product broke and no one pays for busted goods. Dad didn’t know all this of course; he was on a sales trip, chasing clients and investors. Dad had an excellent pitch; he talked about obedience and adaptability. Most people, when sitting down with him, wanted a piece.  The boy thought about getting up but it didn’t make sense for his legs so he looked back up at the tree and watching it sway violently he got scared. Dad got home and saw the boy on the ground. He had no choice so he went inside and made some calls. Dad never came out the back of the house again. The earth ate the boy, it took awhile, but it happened. Dad lost some clients but he said "a good inventor never succumbs to failure." Many years later in a horrible storm the boy’s tree fell through the dad’s house destroying the property. The storm hit pretty bad and in the morning all the cops and fireman were there helping people out of the wreckage and looking for survivors.  They all said it was the worst storm in years, like some kind of vengeance drove it. Dad watched the news from his motel-room; he was selling 3 new inventions 4 towns over.