Once upon a time, many years ago an adventurous Rabbi traveled to the ancient European city of Tredel whose inhabitants are called Treds as matter of course. The Rabbi wanted to climb the local Mountain and visit the hermit that was said to live on the Mount. The Rabbi and his two hired local guides started out early the next morning. Just about lunch time they were startled to hear a great rumbling James Earl Jones voice shout. "WHO DARES CLIMB MY MOUNTAIN?" Which only barely preceded a scraggly old man rushing out from the shadows and planting a hobnail boot on the arse of the nearest local guide, sending him tumbling headlong down the mountain. Halfway to the summit, the strange incident repeated itself. "WHO DARES CLIMB MY MOUNTAIN?"...Punt...."AIIIIIEEEEE" Tumble tumble ouch crash bounce bounce splat. Our poor rabbi is in such a state, but he's determined to reach the summit and presses onward... Just few short steps from the top the strange voice echos again... "WHO DARES CLIMB MY MOUNTAIN?" The Rabbi drops to his knees and begs. "Please hermit of the mountain dont kick me off." To which the Hermit replied.... "SILLY RABBI, KICKS ARE FOR TREDS"