Getting a Little Tail
By Scott L Vannatter
Toby sat square on his butt, licking the salt crystals from his hand and watching the beautiful peacock strutting around the field.
“What’s wrong, Toby?” The Squire was always considerate enough to question the dull lad.
“Mama says I should put salt on the peacock’s tail feathers if I am to catch it,” he said, a small tear sliding down his face.
“So, what’s the problem?”
“I have put salt on its tail six times now and it still runs away!”
(Moral – You can’t fix stupid)