Saturday, March 19, 2011

a fable for our times: any relation to persons living or dead is purely coincidental

mar 18th, 2011 CE

so this propah military type, let's say a colonel, was traveling by train in the british countryside. the only other passenger in the cabin was an aging upper-class woman who had a tiny lhasa apsa on a leash. the colonel noticed that the dog was rather cranky and prone to yapping and snarling. 

then the train stopped and an american man got on board. the dog took an instant dislike to him and started growling at him and yapping away.

the american nodded politely at the other two and sat down as far away as possible from the dog. the woman was oblivious to the hassle the dog was giving the guy, because he had hardly enough room to sit in his seat, as the dog kept straining towards him, threatening to nip him at any moment.

after a while, the american asked the woman to control the dog. she gave him a frosty look and told him in her clipped tones that he should be ashamed that he was hounding a dumb animal. she did nothing to control little yappy's performance. it got more and more excited, started slavering and baring its teeth.

the american endured this for a while. finally, he made up his mind, grabbed the dog, and threw it out the window of the moving train. madame high-and-mighty was so shocked she was practically apoplectic.  

the colonel looked up at the american, nodded disapprovingly, and said:

"you americans, you always do the wrong thing. you drive on the wrong side of the road. you eat with your fork in the wrong hand. and now, you have gone and thrown out the wrong bitch!"

ps. i am not advocating cruelty to animals. 

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