A long time ago, in a faraway land... There was an evil giant who not very nicely moved into a village named Tridia that was at the base of the hill. He made himself ruler and lived on top of the hill. The Trids tried bringing him money and women, but he would not go away and was eating al their food. The locals tried sending up men to deal with the giant. But when they would get to the top of the hill, the giant would just kick them off. *punt* This went on for several days. One day, a travelling Rabbi stopped at the village. He was told of the mean ol' giant on the top of the hill and how he anyone that tried to get to him was kicked off the hill. Seeing how he was a holy man, the townsfold hoped the giant would listen to him. They begged and pleaded with the man of the cloth to speak to the giant. Eventually he agreed and set off on his way. The Rabbi climbed to the top of the hill slowly...slowly. Until he was face-to-shin with the giant. The giant looks down at him quizzically and utters, "What you want?" The Rabbi, remembering the villagers tales, asks, "Not that I'm complaining, but aren't you going to kick me off the hill?" The giant replies..... "Silly Rabbi, kicks are for Trids!"