
Coins lie asleep on every shelf, and not one of them's for my stories. This house drives a mighty stingy bargain.
I've never once paid you.
You do know everyone in this house waits on your stories, don't you?
A story's worth a drink around here. Only my tab's gone unpaid a hundred years running.

Coins lie asleep on every shelf, and not one of them's for my stories. This house drives a mighty stingy bargain.

They say if you scoop with this gourd dipper, the rice wine grows a sip each time. Me, I've spent a hundred years always coming up short.