The prosperous town of Armore was built next to a forest.
Late one night Old-Man-Log came out of the forest and sat down in the middle of the town’s market square.
He opened up the palm of his right hand and started cackling.
The next morning as the sun came up he was still sitting there cackling at the palm of his hand.
The towns-folk of Armore gathered around him to learn the source of Old-Man-Log’s amusement.
There in the middle of his palm was a little red man who was dancing.
“Who is that little red fellow?” asked the townsfolk falling over themselves to get a better look at him.
“Why, his name is Mammon,” said Old-Man-Log, “see how he dances and spins for your amusement growing redder and redder?”
“Let me see…”
So it went with the towns-folk of Armore as they pushed and shoved and trampled each other in order to get a better look at the spectacle being played out before them…
At the end of the day when Old-Man-Log returned to the forest forty of the towns-folk lay dead.
The next day Old-Man-Log was sitting in the market square again and this time the crush to see his show left eighty people dead.
The day after that, the death toll was one-hundred-and-sixty.
Finally Old-Man-Log said, “People of Armore, why do you put up with this day after day. Don’t be killed. Pick up stones and stone me.”
Without hesitation the towns-folk of Armore immediately picked up stones and threw them at Old-Man-Log.
They stoned him from all directions and before long he lay dead.
But then the dead man’s body began to stink.
The stench was so bad that people fainted and died.
The wind blew and wherever it carried the foul smell people died.
The dead man opened his mouth and spoke, “People of Armore, why do you put up with this. Don’t be killed. Bring your hauling ropes and haul me away.”
Without hesitation the towns-folk of Armore immediately ran for their hauling ropes and tied them around the body of Old-Man-Log.
They began to tug the ropes but Old-Man-Log’s body was hard to shift.
The towns-folk tugged harder and one of the ropes snapped. The men pulling the rope fell on top of each other and died. Another rope snapped killing more people and then another with the same result.
The dead man opened his mouth again, “People of Armore, why do you put up with this. Don’t be killed. Sing me my song.”
He sang it to them, “Pull our log/Old-Man-Log/Pull our log…”
Altogether the towns-folk sang the dead man’s song and the body began to move…
It moved so quickly, sliding along the ground that whenever anyone stopped for breath they were run over by the body and killed.
When at last Old-Man-Log was sung back into the forest the few towns-folk that remained returned to their homes to sleep.
Next morning when the towns-folk of Armore awoke they remembered nothing of Old-Man-Log.
It was as though they had been intoxicated.