(Jesus sitting on a tree stump)
The eldest son was something of a fool, and he thought that the Brontosaurs must be very large sheep, so he let them graze in his fields, and every year he tried to shear them, but they never yielded him even a handful of wool. He spent the money his father had left him tending these sheep, and his family began to starve.
The second son was even more of a fool than his brother, for he believed the Brontosaurs were a herd of oxen. He yolked one of them to his plow and to his surprise, the mighty Brontosaurus pulled it so well, that the young farmer was able to till and sew his fields in half the normal time. He rented other fields from his brother the sheep herder and planted them as well. He was looking forward to a bountiful harvest, when he was accidentally crushed while trying to milk one of the cows.
The third son was considered the greatest fool of all, for he believed the Brontosaurs were chickens. He worked for forty days to build a coop for the enormous flock. He had to sell his land to buy feed for them. But when they began to lay gigantic eggs, he was able to sell them at great profit in the market place, and he grew to be a very wealthy man, although he was still considered a great oaf.
...Who is the greater fool?
The son who treated his dinosaurs like hens and died rich? Or the son who treated them like
cattle and died young? Or the son who treated them like sheep and went on welfare?
Or was it their father, the old farmer, who knew what the animals were, but forgot to share that wisdom with his sons?
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