Time out.
Plutarch is right, Wordwind is right, and, of course, of troy is right. The points made by the three of you demonstrate that you all have a heart-felt concern for the future of our kind as well as a carefully crafted view of the way we, as human animals, learn. Boldly, you three, all of cultured voice, walk grandly onto the Grand Awad International Stage and into the high drama of the second act without first knowing the score or the libretto, and yet, you three begin to sing.
Here is the libretto...
The Story of the Two Dogs
Once two fine cubs were born in a wolf litter. The Alpha male of the pack (whose name only coincidently was Pavlov)
was overcome with joy but troubled. The eyesight of the dominant bitch of the pack, whom he loved dearly, was failing and soon she would become blind. Without her, Pavlov knew, the pack would be lost, because in packs of wolves it is the Alpha Female (only the Alpha Male is allowed to call her a bitch) who holds the pack together and in Pavlov's pack the other females were simply whining curs with high skills in eating and grooming.
Ah Ha! Pavlov epiphanized, I will groom one of the fine new pups to be her seeing eye dog. I will teach him to protect and fetch. He will be her eyes for the common good.
And so it was.
Three winters passed. The pack was still together. One dog, who was no longer young, lay beside the Alpha Female who was blind. He no longer needed a nip on the nose or a bit of regurgitated food to fetch for her and to protect her from harm. This was his life. He did this automatically and without thought.
As he lay there he listened to the distant howl of the other as he railed against the brightness of the moon.
The End.
