A story, I heard when I
was young.
“There was a lion who came
into view of a troupe of hyenas. The Lion, was a large one, powerful and
forbidding to behold, a creature of undeniable magnificence. The hyenas were
smaller, doglike creatures, with their broken-back gait. They gathered first in
a little group, twenty meters from the lion, which was trying to feed on his
kill. And then the hyenas had moved forming a circle around the lion, and whichever
one was directly behind the powerful cat would move in to nip at its
hindquarters, and lion would turn and roar and dart a few meters, and that hyena
would withdraw quickly - but even as that happened, another one would advance
behind the lion for another nip. Individually, these hyenas would have no more
chance against this king of the grasslands than a man with a knife would have
against a soldier armed with a machine gun, but try though he might, the lion
could not protect his kill – nor even himself - and in just five minutes the
lion was on the defensive, unable even to run properly, because there was
always a hyena behind him nipping at his balls forcing the lion to run in a way
that was pathetically comical, dragging his bottom on the grass he tried to maneuver.
And then he was bit, as yet again he turned towards his new attacker, another
bit him from his back and he thereafter it was never ending until he could
fight no longer with so many and on so many sides and fronts. He ultimately,
was unable to defend himself from so many and on so many fronts and lay dead and defeated. The
hyenas took their kill, cackling in their odd laughing barks, as though finding
amusement in their usurpation of the greater animal. And so the mighty had been
vanquished by the lesser.
Reminds me of Germany and
Hitler and its defeat by USA, UK, France, Russia, China and armies of 50 other
small countries attacking and ultimately defeating a powerful Germany.
Kaps.
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