Once upon a time there was a little boy.
The boy loved to laugh
The boy loved to play.
One day the boy's parents brought him to a play.
The Curtain rose.
The Stage stood empty.
The Audience held its breath.
The Actor tumbled onstage.
The Audience roared with joy.
The Audience danced in the Actor's hands.
They laughed until they cried and cried until they laughed.
The laughed until their sides hurt and their cheeks ached.
The Little Boy turned to his parents and said:
“Some day that will be me.”
The Little Boy began to play.
He performed in his backyard.
At first he imitates the Actor.
He practices his tumbles and his falls.
The Little Boy mouths the words and works very, very hard.
One day, the Little Boy decides he is ready for his debut.
The Little Boy invites his family and his neighbors.
Everyone from the Neighborhood is there.
The Little Boy performs until his heart could burst.
The audience applauds, laughing.
But it wasn’t like before.
He puzzled and puzzled.
Eventually the Little Boy concluded:
"I need to be bigger."
So the Little Boy grew up.
Once he was full grown, the Young Man left to seek his fortune.
The Young Man finally got a small role in a small theatre.
And he worked very, very hard.
He performed before a small audience to small laughter and small applause.
People came up to him afterwards and congratulated him.
They shook his hand and patted his shoulder.
But it wasn’t the same as before.
He puzzled and puzzled.
The Young Man concluded:
"I need a bigger role."
So he got a Leading Role.
And he worked very, very hard.
He performed.
And all the critics said, “He performed.”
But it wasn’t like before.
He puzzled and he puzzled.
And the Young Man concluded:
"I need more training."
But where was he to receive the training?
The Young Man cried.
And with no solution, the Young Man died.
Suddenly, his friend entered the room.
His friend, finding him thus, wept and asked,
“Why do you lie so low?”
The Dead Man answered,
“There is no one I may learn from and so I died from sorrow.”
“Who might teach you?”
“Only one.”
“Then why not go to them?”
“Because they would not teach me.”
“I am certain they would. Go seek your teacher.”
The dead man revived and leapt high into the air for joy.
The Revived Man journeyed across the wide world, searching.
At long last, he arrived at the Institute.
He entered the grounds.
There was a single auditor and a chair.
There was no desk, no door, no walls, no ceiling, no floor, nothing.
The Revived Man sat in the chair and waited.
The Auditor peered at him.
Time passed.
The Auditor asked, “Why have you come?”
The Revived Man said, “To learn.”
The Auditor stared at him.
The Revived Man stared back.
The Auditor said, “First, you must be tested.”
The Hopeful Man leaned forward.
“I will work hard.”
“Yes. You will."
The Hopeful Man entered the Examination Hall.
There are dozens of students.
The Master of the school enters.
He tells them they have but a single task.
“You have but a single task.”
The Master explains:
“Your task is simple. To beat a dead horse.”
The Student raises his hand: “But, Master, how are we to do this?”
The Master nods.
A Horse is led into the room.
The Horse is presented to the master.
The Master bows to it, respectfully.
The Master grasps a Bat.
The Master breaks the Horse’s neck.
The Horse falls to the ground.
The Master beats the Dead Horse.
Over and over.
Until the Master stops.
Until the Horse stops.
Until It stops.
The Master looks at the gathered crowd:
“Now you.”
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