When I was young, I was a Brownie. Not of the edible variety, I hasten to add, but of the kind where young girls dress up in shonky clothes of an alarming shade of brown, run around playing games and performing semi-good deeds, and are scarred for life when they are forced to go camping.
As a Brownie, I was provided with a copy of the Brownie Guide Handbook, which aimed to instil Moral Values. I was young and impressionable, and thus I read it.
There was a picture near the beginning which I have never forgotten. It was an illustration of a man, talking to a cucumber, Prince Charles-like. And behind him, weeping, lonely and ignored, was a very cute puppy, staring mournfully at the man. It was crying. Perhaps I was an overly sensitive child, but this scarred me. I spent a lot of time shouting at the man, hoping he would turn around and pay attention to the poor puppy. I stroked the puppy's ears and tried to console it, but it didn't stop crying. I have never forgotten its face, and even thinking about it has reduced me almost to tears again, because it was so sad. *wibbles*
There was no real point to this tale, but if you require a Moral: do not talk to cucumbers, you may develop ears like Prince Charles and make cute puppies and overly-sensitive moocows cry.
*clings to stuffed moocow*
-Taken from sarky_moocow's latest post.