One day, I wanted to walk to the other side of the woods, to a nice peak where you could see the sunset very clearly. I walked up to the edge of the woods, where I bumped into a rather large wolf. The wolf had sharp teeth and seemed to be pretty hefty, for a wolf, and wolves don’t sharpen their teeth or become muscular just to show off, like humans do, so I knew I had a chance of reasoning with this wolf. “Hi, wolf,” I said, “I want to cross through these woods to get to the peak on the other side.” The wolf said, “oh, this land belongs to my pack, you’re actually trespassing.” The wolf probably didn’t have a deed to show that it owned the land, but considering wolves lived in packs and hunted on their lands, I figured I should take its word for it. “Well could I just pay a toll and cross through?” I asked, “I have five bucks.” “Five bucks?” the wolf replied, incredulously. “That should feed my family quite well, but all the bucks in the area live in this forest, so I know you’re lying,” it said with a snarl. Objecting to its preferred definition of a buck, I turned around and walked back home.
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