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Sometimes a metaphor is the only way to vent the reality. This rif describes what happened to me and my own magnificent horse.Going to keep this as a
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PONY
a management parable for modern times

Once upon a time, a professional animal trainer and his magnificent horse had worked for a large circus for several years when the circus management decided to get out of the animal act business. Needless to say the trainer was thrilled when a small circus offered to provide a home for his prized horse and hire him as its trainer.

After the trainer and horse settled in, the Ringmaster announced to the trainer that what the circus really wanted was a pony ride and some one to sell tickets. And that was now his job.

The Ringmaster had the legs cut off of the horse, declared it to be a pony and put the trainer in charge of the new ?ride?. When no one showed up to ride the ?pony? the Ringmaster blamed the trainer. The trainer tried to explain to the Ringmaster that lots of people used to come to see the horse because of the unique tricks he had taught it to do. It was quite another thing to get people to come and pay to sit on a crippled horse, even if you did call it a pony.

They?ll crush a million bees for a little bit of honey and
claim it came out their butt for a little bit more money
They?ll stick a feather in their hat and call it macaroni,
and cut the legs from a magnificent horse because the bosses craved a pony .

The Ringmaster did not appreciate being challenged and accused the trainer of refusing to do his job, discounted any past horse training accomplishments and told him that if he ever wanted to be circus material, he?d have to do things the ?Circus? way. Make the pony ride successful or ? else.

Ultimately, when the Ringmaster decided arbitrarily that feeding the horse, like its legs, was superfluous to the horse?s purpose, the trainer could take no more. Realizing he could never be Circus material, the trainer reluctantly resigned from
the circus, leaving his beloved, legless, and starving horse behind.

The horse soon died and lay rotting in the sun for several months while the Ringmaster told everyone that the long gone trainer was responsible for the awful smell.

Once the smell subsided, Ironically and in evidence of how the world seems to work, the mummified body of the legless horse became the most popular and innovative attraction the Circus had ever had. Because of his foresight and "circus" way of doing things, the Ringmaster was promoted to upper management.

The trainer, also in evidence of how the world seems to work, and now having a reputation of not being ?circus material? , never trained another horse.

J D Krill (c) 2004