"This is far too many wind-chimes."
A young man peeked out from behind several columns of hollow bamboo, surprised.
"What was that," he asked, illustrating his visitor's point.
"Too many," barked the demon, voice struggling against the tinkling, clonking and ringing, "Wind! Chimes!"
"Oh! You're answering the ad!"
"Ad?!"
"To help care for unwanted wind-chimes!"
"I'll collect your soul on a quieter day!"
The demon never returned.