There was once a very wealthy Ferengi named Zilk. Over the years, Zilk had earned so much profit it would no longer fit in his home. He refused to put it in any bank because he did not want to pay the enormous fee for keeping it there. So he decided to build his very own vault in the center of town so that everyone could see who had the most latinum in the area. The only problem was that he had to move all of his wealth from one place to another.

At first, he thought about using a large transportation vehicle but considering the cost of purchasing it, garaging it, maintaining it, buying fuel for it, buying an additive that actually made the fuel work, paying for insurance, licensing it, and bribing authorities to over look environmental regulations he decided that there had to be a cheaper way. Sure he could have bought the truck and then rented it out at a very reasonable rate (for him) to recoup the losses but he wasn't prepared to start any new business ventures until he had secured what was on hand.

Finally, Zilk heard about another Ferengi named Nerg who happened to own a few dozen Rigellian oxen. Even better, he was willing to rent out the use of the oxen by the hour plus a small service charge for his actually controlling the beasts during the entirety of the move.

Zilk happily agreed to this arrangement and on the day spacified Nerg showed up eager and willing make a few bars of latinum. Over the next few hours the two Ferengi secured all ofZilk's wealth to the animals in preparation for the move. Nerg only charged a small labor fee for this because, since he was charging by the hour he could certainly slow down the effort enough to make a little bit more on the time it took to actually complete the move (not to mention a bar here and there that he procured for himself when Zilk wasn't looking) Nonetheless, the packing was eventually done and the entire group set off from Zilk's home for the center of town and his great and beautiful vault.

About half way through the trip, however. Nerg started claiming that his oxen needed to rest and he could do with a short break and some beetle snuff himself. Zilk, recognizing this as an attempt to slow down the process so that Nerg could stretch his profits, protested vigorously. For his part, Nerg pretended to act offended by the accusation and refused to move another inch until he sufficiently compensated. Zilk countered this proposal by suggesting that if Nerg wanted to take a break he could do the civilized thing and offer compensation of his own for the inconvenience.

Back and forth the argument went on. Second by second, the reasons for compensation changing every minute and the amount of latinum it would take to sufficiently compensate the other rising higher and higher.

Unfortunately, what they both of them failed to realize was that while they were arguing no one was watching the oxen. One by one the animals strolled lazy off down the road disappearing into the distance and taking Zilk's fortune with them, neither to ever be seen again.

The Ferengi moral: Never lose sight of the important things in life