Sunday, December 19, 2010

For Firebaggers, When the Unicorn is Enough

THE ZAX by DR. SEUSS

One day, making tracks
In the prairie of Prax,
Came a North-Going Zax
And a South-Going Zax.
And it happened that both of them came to a place
Where they bumped.
There they stood.
Foot to foot.
Face to face.
"Look here, now!" the North-Going Zax said,
"I say! You are blocking my path.
You are right in my way.
I'm a North-Going Zax and I always go north.
Get out of my way, now, and let me go forth!"
"Who's in whose way?" snapped the South-Going Zax.
"I always go south, making south-going tracks.
So you're in MY way!
And I ask you to move And let me go south in my south-going groove."
Then the North-Going Zax puffed his chest up with pride.
"I never," he said, "take a step to one side.
And I'll prove to you that I won't change my ways
If I have to keep standing here fifty-nine days!"
"And I'll prove to YOU," yelled the South-Going Zax,
"That I can stand here in the prairie of Prax
For fifty-nine years!
For I live by a rule
That I learned as a boy back in South-Going School.
Never budge! That's my rule.
Never budge in the least!
Not an inch to the west!
Not an inch to the east!
I'll stay here, not budging!
I can and I will If it makes you and me and the whole world stand still!"

Well... Of course the world didn't stand still.
The world grew.
In a couple of years, the new highway came through
And they built it right over those two stubborn Zax
And left them there, standing un-budged in their tracks.

1 comment:

  1. All taxes have a purpose all tax brackets go to some government funded program or project of some sort. It does not matter if we see the projects or not the money is going there. When you drive to work the same way you do every day and you don't hit that pothole you swear at two or three times a week did you notice it was filled in.

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