Демиург Мазукта пришел в гости к своему другу...

The demiurge of Mazukta came to visit his friend, the demiurge of Shambambukli, and brought a cake.
“Oh, hello!” Rejoiced Shambambukli. “Come in, sit down.” I'll make some tea now. Is it jasmine or dog rose for you?
“I have coffee,” said Mazukta, and went into the room. He sat in one of the chairs and began to wait for the owner.
Soon, Shambambukli himself appeared, with a tray in his hands. He handed Mazukte a cup of steaming coffee, poured himself a mug of tea from a teapot, took a piece of cake and sat down — not in the second comfortable chair, but on a ringleted stool.
“Pacify the flesh?” Asked Mazukta with interest.
“What are you talking about?” Shambambukli did not understand. “Ah, about the stool ..?” Of course not. She is a luxury item.
“Hm?” Mazukta did not believe.
-This is an offering from people. They did not regret the most valuable to me. Now it’s kind of embarrassing not to use it. Do you see what tree it is made of?
Mazukta took a closer look.
-From gray and splintery. I don’t remember the name. And what is so luxurious in it?
Shambambukli sighed.
-This tree is very rare. It should not have remained in the world at all, I tried to destroy all the shoots in the very beginning. But I didn’t keep it.
-Ah ...- extended Mazukta.
“I don’t understand,” Shambambukli sipped thoughtfully from the mug. “I tried so hard!” I planted the whole earth with absolutely wonderful vegetation! Rosewood, ebony, even purple tree - and everyone grows everywhere, no need to go far. Wonderful wood, durable and supple, healing fruits, even leaves can be brewed in tea (by the way, in vain you refuse, try - I recommend). And people ...
He waved his hand and sipped again.
-What people? asked Mazukta.
“They let them in for firewood,” Shambambukli replied grimly. “But they are being treated with some chemical rubbish and illiterate conspiracies.” But here is such a weed, ”he kicked the stool leg with his toe,“ they search everywhere and especially value its weight in gold. ” Why is that? After all, a plain-looking driftwood, and suits little processing, and prickly to the same ...
“You see,” Mazukta instructively raised a finger, “people value much more not what is better, but what is more difficult to get.”

(c) Bad storyteller