Along the edge of the green lived a man. His name was not important since no one ever used it. The villagers called him the apothecary.
Apothecary: " A yew tree can cure almost any ailment man suffers from, mixed and treated by the right apothecary. In order to harvest these things, i need to cut down this tree".
Parson: "I will not allow this. The yew has stood on this ground long before it was set aside for this church... The yew tree would protect the church from the heavy rains and the hard set weather"
Parson: "Won't you help my daughters? They are sick. If not for me then for my girls"?
Parson: "You can cut down the yew tree. You can have anything you like, if you would only save my daughters
Apothecary: "You would give up everything you believe in?.. There is nothing I can do to help you".
Conor: "That makes sense. The parson didn't want to help the apothecary, and when things got hard, he was willing to throw all his beliefs away. If it were normal, he would refuse to help, and when things are hard, he was willing to sacrifice everything . He refuses to help when things get hard for other people, but expect people to help him when things get hard for him. "
Monster: " It was shortly after midnight that I tore the parson's home from its very foundations... This was a story of a man punished for his selfishness, and so he was. Lets destroy his house.
Conor: "Smash the furniture. Smash everything!... TEAR THE WHOLE THING DOWN". *starts breaking things*.... oh no, this is my grandmas house