In the village ruled by his friend, King Mwangi, Nyeri arrived as an
      outsider, a guest in a realm not entirely his own. Little did the
      villagers know that Nyeri, despite his status as a visitor, carried a
      critical eye that seemed to seek out imperfections like a hawk searching
      for prey.
    
    
    
      Nyeri's discerning gaze quickly fixed upon the rice fields, where he
      deemed the crop not planted to his liking. The fish traps, meticulously
      crafted by generations of skilled hands, fell under his scrutiny as being
      made contrary to his perceived standards. Even the sturdy huts, which had
      weathered storms and stood as a testament to the villagers' resilience,
      did not escape Nyeri's critique; according to him, they were not strong
      enough.
    
    
    
      The murmurs of discontent reached King Mwangi's ears, and a day of
      reckoning arrived when the ruler decided to convene a grand gathering with
      the village elders. As the elders discussed matters of consequence, Nyeri
      found fault in every word that escaped King Mwangi's lips. It seemed that,
      in Nyeri's eyes, even the wisdom of the venerable ruler was not beyond
      reproach.
    
    
    
      The tension reached its zenith when unable to contain his dissatisfaction
      any longer, Nyeri openly challenged King Mwangi's authority. The air hung
      heavy with the weight of disagreement as Nyeri, the visitor-turned-critic,
      questioned the very foundation of the village's traditions.
    
    
    
      In response, King Mwangi, his voice resonating with a regal authority,
      addressed Nyeri directly. "My friend," he began, "when a stranger comes to
      a town and the people are dancing, he should learn the step before joining
      in. Otherwise, he will spoil the dance." The words, laden with the wisdom
      of experience, echoed through the gathering, leaving a pregnant pause in
      their wake.
    
    
    
      The villagers held their breath, caught in the unfolding drama between the
      ruler and the visitor. In that moment, Nyeri stood at a crossroads,
      whether to heed the words of the wise King Mwangi or persist in his
      relentless pursuit of fault-finding. The stage was set for a resolution,
      and the villagers waited, eager to witness the climax of this unexpected
      tale of conflict within the bounds of friendship and tradition.