Sometimes, all of this reminds me of a story my father told us (repeatly,I might add)about how as a young boy,he and a few friends wanted to ride a donkey.
The boys took turns jumping on it back and trying to persuade the donkey to give him a free ride. Nothing happened,then suddenly,it gently picked up his leg and placed it hoof on one of the boy's toes.
All hell broke loose...
Screaming and hitting the donkey did not work. It just stared at them,like they were idiots and did not seem to care about the pain it was causing their friend.
Then,my dad remembered the donkey liked apples and used one to entice it.It worked! the donkey miraculously moved toward the apple.
They saved their friend and decided to not mess with the stubborn(in their eyes)donkey for awhile.
My Dad was reckless at times,but still a smart boy.
regards everyone
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