Once there were three little miners who lived in a world. They needed to build houses to survive.

The first little miner built his house out of weak sandstone, because it was easy.

The second little miner built his out of cobblestone, which was a little stronger.

The third miner, smart as he was, built his out of bricks, which is very strong, but very hard to get.

Mr. Grief also lived in their world. He enjoyed stealing and blowing things up. Mr. Grief was very bored. He decided to grief. He took his stack of TNT and headed to the first little miner who's house of sandstone was very close to his.

He knocked on the little miner's door. "Little miner, little miner, let me in! Or I'll stack, and I'll break, and I'll blow your house in!"

"Not by the beard on my chinny-chin-chin!" The little miner, scared of Mr. Grief, said, shivering in his house.

Mr. Grief put down a single block of TNT and activated it, then ran. It blew up the poor little miner's house, and even the miner.

Mr. Grief went to the second little miner's home of stone.

"Little miner, little miner, let me in!" He called, grinning. "Or I'll stack, and I'll break, and I'll blow your house in!"

"Not by the beard on my chinny-chin-chin!" The second little miner called, a little bravely.

Mr. Grief blew his house up.

Mr. Grief headed to the third little miner's house of bricks.

"Little miner, little miner, let me in! Or-"

"Yeah, yeah, you've got fuckin TNT." The little miner said from inside his house. "Guess what?"

Mr. Grief was very surprised at what the third little miner said. He ignored him, though, and tried to blow his house up. His TNT had no effect!

"Guess what, Mr. Grief?" The little miner called.

"What?"

"Creeper."

And Mr. Grief blew up.