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A fable about reasons
Because third grader JJ was teary-eyed at negotiating release of his weekly allowance...
And because said five dollars was being aggressively constrained within Dad's deep pockets...
And because said Dad was being an unusually fierce 6 foot 180 pounds of disappointed parent...
And because this diss was due to a report card that showed only one of five possible 'Excellent' scores...
So because of all the above, JJ reluctantly considered that maybe 'Shut up, Boy!' was good advice...
So he heeded the stern command to 'Stop Sniveling Like A Dribbling Calf!'
Then he STOMPED into His Room and Did His English Grammar Homework.
Later on, two thoughts bracketed the complicated smile that soothed him to sleep: number one was that morning come, his allowance would be on his dresser-top; and number two was the question, What image would Mama cow have used to motivate her youngster?
MORAL: Behold! a muse, a moo-cow.