In india, once upon a time, there was a cobra problem.
The british government stepped in, and offered a bounty on dead cobras.
People started farming cobras.
The government realized this, and stopped offering the bounty.
All these cobras were released into the wild.
I'm lonely.
So instead of developing human relationships,
I've decided to become high overlord of a lower form of life that has no choice in the matter.
It had snowed recently. The walkway was cleared, but only enough for one person to walk on it.
Two men come down the walkway in opposite directions.
Both veer off the walkway to allow the other to pass.
Both get their feet wet.
A man lusted after a girl, but was too shy to approach her, fearing the pain of gettting rejected because her dates were always better looking, and of wealth greater than his own.
One day, he found out her date was not good looking, and earning no income.
Seeing this, certain to triumph at last, he pounced on her, only to be rejected.
Shocked by this grave injustice, the man asks: "You no longer have the looks to
attract a better than me, am I not a greater man for you?"
She says: "Don't try to be a great man, just be a man. A man would never raise
his confidence whenever he mistakenly sees less confidence in somebody else.
Only fools underestimate others to overestimate oneself."
In Hanoi, once upon a time, there was a rat problem.
The French colonial rule stepped in, and offered a bounty on rat tails.
It wasn't long before that people started noticing live rats with no tails on the streets.
To secure next years harvest of tails, rats were let go to procreate after having their tail lopped off.