Dumont wrote quite a few pieces that read much like the fables I remember from childhood. Simple morality tales with unexpected twists, like this one:
The Homeless Man and the Stock Broker
A homeless man was sleeping in the doorway of a church down in the financial district dreaming of better times. He was jarred from his slumber when a man slung twenty-five cents at him hitting him in the head. "Time to wake up, old man, and get to your panhandling," said the man with a laugh as he headed towards the stock exchange in his smart-looking suit.
The next morning the same thing happened. The homeless man was asleep, dreaming of better times when he was hit in the head with a quarter by the sharply-dressed man.
And this went on day after day.
But the business world is very cyclical and many of the workers he recognized had fallen on hard times. He could see it in their faces. Finally one morning the sharply-dressed stock broker didn't walk by and sling a quarter at his head. This time he asked a favor: "Hey old man," he said. "Can you spare any of those quarters I've given you over the years?"
The homeless man looked up from his slumber and gazed into the sharply dressed man's eyes, and in a single motion hit him over the head with a twenty-five pound bag full of quarters, killing him instantly. Blood poured from his head, down the steps of the church and into a nearby drain. All applauded.
Moral: Just put the money is a cup, you schmuck.
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