Once upon a time, there was a miser. He hid his gold under a tree and would dig it up every week to look at it.
One night, a robber stole all the gold. When the miser returned, he found nothing but an empty hole. He was shocked and burst into tears.
His neighbors gathered around him. He explained how he used to visit his gold.
"Did you ever take any of it out?" asked one neighbor.
"No," he replied, "I only came to look at it."
"Then come again and look at the hole," said the neighbor. "It will be the same as looking at the gold."