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Who Does the Master’s Will?

The cat walked through the front yard trying to mind his own business.

“What are you grinning at?” he sneered at the dog.

“Nothing much,” retorted the dog. “It’s just that my Master is very pleased with me.”

“Oh yeah, why’s that?” inquired the cat.

“Because I do my Master’s will.”

“Oh, do you?

“Yes, in fact, I do. When my Master tells me to sit, I sit. When my Master tells me to roll over, I obey. When my Master tells me to heel, I do it.”

“Very good. But I see that you are attached to that stump over there. Is that your Master’s will as well?”

Knowing where the cat might be going with this, the dog became defensive. “Yes, obviously it is my Master’s will that I be tied up or I wouldn’t be here. And as you see, I am perfectly fine with it. I’m not complaining, barking, whining or anything.”

“I see, I see. So if I were to just chew through that leash for you, like this, you would continue to do your Master’s will?”

The cat began gnawing on the dog’s leash and the dog became a bit nervous.

“Stop that! Hey stop chewing that! You’re gonna get me in trouble!”

Once the cat had chewed all the way through the leash, essentially liberating the dog, he proclaimed, “I, too, serve the great Master. Yet I am unattached and share in his bounty on my own accord, not because I am bound to some tree stump.”

The dog, unable to control his animal urges, had put his nose to the ground and was unable to lift it back up. Instead of following the will of his Master, it turned out that he was bound to the will of his nose. The cat stood by as the dog wandered off, never to be seen again.