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The Old Bull and the Young Bull
The Old Bull and the Young Bull ....
(As told to young George by his own dad many decades ago.)
An old bull and his son were sitting on a hilltop when a herd of rather
shapely cows entered the valley below.
The young bull leaped up shouting, "Hey Dad! Let's run down that hill
and mount some of those cows!"
The wise old bull, with a gleam in his eyes, slowly rose and drawled,
"No son. Let's walk down and mount them all!"
As posted to http://groups.yahoo.com/group/OpenAwareness/
(As told to young George by his own dad many decades ago.)
An old bull and his son were sitting on a hilltop when a herd of rather
shapely cows entered the valley below.
The young bull leaped up shouting, "Hey Dad! Let's run down that hill
and mount some of those cows!"
The wise old bull, with a gleam in his eyes, slowly rose and drawled,
"No son. Let's walk down and mount them all!"
As posted to http://groups.yahoo.com/group/OpenAwareness/