One
day, a Lion was working on his computer when his mouse stopped working.
“Darn
it all to hell and back, with lots of traffic!” shouted the Lion. “This
always happens when I’m in the middle of something very important.”
The
Lion was indeed in the middle of essential matters. He was the head of a
large publishing group named Jungle Books. For some reason, and to the
irk of many of the employed animals, instead of using the title CEO as per
usual, he required that he be referred to as “King.” Thousands of lesser
animals anxiously waited each and every day to see if they had struck a
publishing deal. And each and every day thousands of animals learned that
their story would not be the best new thing on the reading list. If any
part of the Lion’s workflow faltered, he would not be able to ruin the dreams
of hopeful writers. And that needs to happen.
The
Lion was quite upset at the state of his mouse. He was actually reading
something quite good, so he had his attention fully devoted to the task at
hand. This small disruption interrupted his focus, which could have disastrous
effects—both literary and otherwise—for the writer, an Antelope.
“This
is such a thorn in my side!” screamed the Lion. He had a very short fuse.
And he could. He was King, after all.
The
Lion called in his secretary, an Orangutan.
“Orangutan,
I need a new mouse. Mine just broke, and I have important work that needs
to get done,” said the Lion.
“I’m
sorry, but if we order a new mouse, it’ll take a week to come in,” replied the
Orangutan matter-of-factly.
“But
I’m King!” roared the Lion. “And I need my mouse! Take a mouse from
someone else if you have to, but get me one.”
“Okay.
I’ll see if someone can spare theirs.”
A
few minutes later, the Orangutan returned to the Lion’s office, where he still
sat moping. He had not moved an inch.
“I’m
afraid you can’t have anyone else’s mouse,” the Orangutan stated.
“Why
not?” demanded the Lion.
“Because
all the mouses are broken.”
“What?”
“None
of them are working. Everyone is simply sitting at their computers,
staring at screens filled with work they can’t do anything about.”
“Who
bought these mouses? Fire him immediately.”
“But
you bought them. All of them.”
A
long silence began, only to be ended several seconds later by the Lion with a
simple, “Oh.”
Because
Jungle Books could not sort through the thousands of submissions they received
that day, their company crumbled, thus obliterating quality literature in the
animal kingdom for years. The Lion was no longer King.
Moral
of the story: Don’t buy cheap electronics.
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