A sad staff story, i'd like your input on

So, once upon a time there was this boy. His next door neighbor showed him the basics of how to manipulate a staff, the figure 8 pattern, and the double handed figure 8. So this boy took his knowledge and expanded on it. He would practice every now and then, with a broom handle, or a hockey stick(this is a canadian story), or whatever was laying around. he liked to twirl, but never gave much more thought to it than a passive entertainment.a few years passed, and this boy was now a young man. he went to an outdoor rave one day, and saw some hippies playing with fire staffs. his mind was blown, and he knew at once that he had to do it.he asked the girl if she could try, she said, no sorry.. but i'll sell you one!so, the young man sat back, and watched the circles of light, enthralled.After the rave, the boy went home, never having gotten to play with the staff. he saved up his money, and bought a staff the next canada day from the hippie and her boyfriend.he practiced all night, and that night he lit the staff up, and danced up a storm for the canada day crowd.in the coming months, he practiced hard, and bought another staff when the first ones wicking grew thin and ratty.he became friends with the hippies, spun with them many times, shared moves and techniques with them. bought many other things from them, including a 13 moon calendar, some essential oils. he even went to their wedding.one day, this young man decided he would make his own staff, he wanted one of a different length. he ordered the wick off the internet (https://www.renegadejuggling.com). he bought some wood, some metal, and some screws. he looked at the staffs he had bought, and made his in the image of it.now, this could be construed as.. plagiarism i guess. he copied someone elses work.the young man felt a little guilty about this, so he checked with the hippies. he said "i feel kinda bad i copied your design" the guy said "well, that's the best way to do it!" then they spun all night together.the young man made a few more staffs, two small ones, a couple more 4 foot ones to do doubles with.. one got broken, another got given to a friend in need... his staffs weren't nearly as nice as the ones he had bought from the hippies, they didn't even have a handle.one day, a few girls showed up at the young mans house. they wanted staffs. they wanted him to build them staffs and sell them to them. now.. this put the boy in a quandry. if he was to sell the staffs to the girls, he could potentially be taking business away from the hippies, who had got him into the art in the first place. he thought about it, then decided it would be OK to sell the staffs, as long as it was only to those 2 friends. he sold them for a lot cheaper than the hippies staffs, because not nearly as much work went into them.well... a winter passed, and the boy lost his staffs. he decided he wanted more. he ordered MORE wick off the internet, a lot more (100 feet). he bought 25 staffs, and 12 feet of copper tubing. his plan was to sell staffs to his friends, so they would stop asking to borrow his.people complained that the hippie staffs were too expensive. and that the hippies were hard to track down.so, things went on over a winter. the young man felt bad, and gave the first staff he made, the only one with a custom handle, to the hippie girl as a present. he also gave them a copy of the COL2 video.then.. disaster happened.the hippies found out about the young man selling cheaper staffs. they accused him of forcing them out of buisness. of betraying a friend. they told him that he was the reason they would never build or sell their staffs again. they told him they wanted nothing to do with him. the young man felt horrible, he had lost 2 good friends.now.. the question i'd like to ask..was this young man wrong? should he have never tried to steal their idea? or was it OK for him to build his own staffs and sell them to his friends?------------------~whoosh whoosh whoosh~

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