Look at gravel, his assignment is to simply keep the mud slingers out of every shoe size that strolls along his path. Woah! Its obvious to any one of us that knows gravel, such an assignment stretches centuries past this poor little stone’s capabilities. Why, he can’t even keep the mud slinger out of one single shoe let alone try tackling boots. What if the entire stock gets booted out and the whole herd shows up, footsying their way through there in pairs from Sheplers or Dandales directly, “Do not pass go!” ?
Yet, we’re not going to catch gravel running around in a state of shock or panic, hurriedly gathering dull table knives and holey rags in an attempt to “go it alone.” Instead, he has invited the entire community of gravel to help with this task. He stopped at nothing, campaigning for help in the deepest gravel pits to the tips of the top of gravel mountain in the county dump. Gravel soon had truckloads of followers who respectfully gathered around and are supporting gravel, stretching along the path as far as the eye can see. His team literally boots out all mud slingers.
Because gravel didn’t throw up his hands immediately and admit defeat, through his efforts, he not only is able to keep the mud slinger out of one single shoe, gravel is able to keep all the mud slingers out of every single shoe that comes in pairs, to boot.
The moral of the story is that the frequency of us running with mud slingers, can be measured by the truckload.