Jelboz Stumpbiter was a native resident of Djabuti Padjama. Jelboz and the uncle of Caspar Wartsworth were tight. They would sit around all day complaining together about things, both of them were as miserable as a pair of rotgrubs with only one carcass between them.

In the summer of 664 GUE, Jelboz Stumpbiter lost his wife. Not a week went by after Jelboz buried his wife, that he asked Thyrsobel to come mop his floors for a copper zorkie. The next week he asked her to come clean his windows and wash his clothes for a silver zorkle. Poor Thyrsobel did. He asked her how she would like to make a gold zorkmid, and poor dumb Thyrsobel with three children to feed, who did not want to say yes, could not say no. And worse, he refused to pay her afterward.
    Jelboz and Caspar’s uncle both had a good laugh about it out in the barn one afternoon. Their mistake was not knowing that Caspar was in the loft. Caspar had a plan to get even for his friend. He knew a stream where Jelboz and his pals would go to fish together. Caspar dug a pit near there in his spare time, and for days and days he collected the droppings from all of their farm animals with he had to unpleasantly lug for some distance. Then one afternoon when Jelboz came to visit his uncle Caspar suggested they all go for an outing. Caspar hid in the woods around the stream and waited, but dressed in one of Thyrsobel’s outfits that he had borrowed without her knowing. After everyone had their lines in the water, Caspar crept a little closer, but not too close.
   “Oh, Jelboz,” Caspar called in the mimicked voice of a woman.
   Jelboz was lured towards the disguised Caspar and tricked into tumbling into the pit full of dung. Unfortunately, the old fool managed to break his leg when he fell in, and while trying to get him out, Caspar’s uncle fell in too. They blamed it all on Thyrsobel. Caspar had to confess to save her from a terrible beating. But his uncle did not save his back from the sting of the whip. Aggressively, the entire accusing village ran Caspar out of town for good.

SOURCE(S): The Lost City of Zork