There once was a man who like to build card houses, towers, and various other structures - even furniture and statues! He built each one with exacting precision and absolute attention to detail, and each was beautiful when finished. Oftentimes, he would employ as many as five or ten decks of cards. He had a open, but unventilated room of his house dedicated to his hobby, as he lived in constant fear of a draught toppling his creations. Even so, he lived in an earthquake zone, so every now and again, a tremor would cause a tower to collapse in on itself.

The man contemplated this dilemma for some time, and realized that the best solution would be to carefully glue his constructions together once they were complete (doing it before would be cheating). And so he set about stabilizing his lastest work - a card throne. As he worked, the fumes from the extremely powerful but also extremely toxic glue began to cloud his mind - the lack of ventilation in his breeze-proof room was not working well for him. He shrugged off his discomfort and continued his work late into the night.

Finally, he was nearly finished, he leaned across the chair to glue the last card of ornamentation down and collapsed into the chair, twisting to sit in his throne, whose extremely powerful glue held him up. The last card fluttered down from its place and landed face-up on his lap. It was the three of diamonds.