It all started with the great tea leaf harvest of 1856. A small village in the mountains, where the leaves were plentiful and the people were few. The villagers, being the enterprising sort, decided to cash in on the lucrative market for tea.
But little did they know, their actions would have far-reaching consequences. The tea leaves began to wither, and the village was doomed to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.
Years went by, and the village was all but gone. The once-thriving community reduced to naught but a memory. Yet, the legacy of the tea leaves lived on, a testament to human ingenuity and the perils of unchecked capitalism.
And so, dear reader, let this be a lesson to you: beware the tea leaf, lest you suffer the same fate as the village.