The parable of the ram or a naïve enclave for muttons.

3/24/16

Or two Rams in the bush are worth one thousand in the theater.

Once upon a time, there were two baby rams, as lovable as could be. Their parents had to do ram work all day, so they had their children taken care of by a senior ram.

Senior ram, like all rams had good and bad but mostly good traits. He took seriously his responsibilities of caring for the next generation of rams.

He gave his young charges every opportunity to become the best rams they could be. Some of the young learned from him. Some just went along for the extra food, some were in the heard just because they had to be there.

Most of the young rams felt comfortable with the senior ram. They knew if they got into trouble, they could talk to the senior ram in a quiet moment. Senior ram was generally a reasonable ram.

Sometimes one or the other young had so much going on they forgot that the best way to get their problem solved was to request in private some extra leniency. In their haste, they attacked the senior ram in front of other young rams. Although the senior wanted to help all the young ones, he felt hurt, worse than that, when other rams saw they could attack their leader without punishment, more and more attacks by the young against the wise old big horn sheep made the herd into a place of chaos.

Wise old Big Horn gently told them this parable.

The young learned to respect wisdom and patience. They learned there was a right and a wrong time to do things. Eventually many of the young rams became wise.