When the Wolf is At Your Door, Read to Him
A diligent Preschool Teacher went twenty miles to retrieve a ball that her pupil Fred kicked out of the park. On their way back, they came across the Three Star General’s men who were fighting the Senator.
“I’d better go read to them,” she said. “That ought to calm them down.”
She sat down in the middle of the warzone and begin to read to them about the Big Bad Wolf, and held him up as an example of how to not act.