Once
upon a time in the land of Fuzz, King Aling called in his cousin
Dring and commanded,
"Go ye out into all of Fuzz land and find me the goodest
of men, whom I shall reward for his goodness".
 "But
how will I know one when I see one?" asked the Fuzzy.
"Why,
he will be sincere," scoffed the King, and whacked off
a leg for his impertinence.
So, the Fuzzy limped out to find a good man. But soon he returned,
confused and empty-handed.
"But
how will I know one when I see one?" he asked again.
"Why, he will be dedicated', grumbled the King,
and whacked off another leg for his impertinence.
So the Fuzzy hobbled away once more to look for the goodest of
men. But again he returned, confused and empty-handed.
"But
how will I know one when I see one?" he pleaded.
"Why,
he will have an empathetic understanding of his self-actualizing
potential', fumed the King, and whacked off another leg for
his impertinence.
So the Fuzzy, now on his last leg, hopped out to continue his
search. In time, he returned with the wisest, most sincere and
dedicated Fuzzy in all of Fuzz land, and stood him before the
King.
"Why
this man won't do at all", roared the King. "He
is much too thin to suit me". Whereupon, he whacked
off the last leg of the Fuzzy, who fell to the floor with a squishy
thump.
The moral of this fable is that. ..if you can't tell one when
you see one, you may wind up without a leg to stand on.
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