Don told the story of Robin the logger, who worked with Don’s brother, a forester. Robin was a big strong guy, over six feet tall and 300 pounds. He meant well but he was hard on equipment. Each day, Robin would leave his bag lunch on the seat of the truck while he worked for consumption later.
One day a mouse got into the truck and was seen eating Robin’s lunch. The forester said, “Robin, don’t leave your lunch in the truck. Mice’ll get in there and the next thing you know they’ll be chewing the wires.”
Robin meant well, but he forgot. Left his lunch in the truck, and when he went to grab it, the mouse was in the bag. Before Robin could grab the mouse, the mouse ran off. Robin vowed to get the little bugger (only he didn’t say little bugger).
Later that afternoon, Robin was running the crane and he spotted the mouse sitting on top of a pile of logs, looking proud of himself. Robin grabbed a claw full of logs, swung them around, dropped them on the mouse.
But the mouse ran off. Again.
Some say the mouse was smarter than Robin. Some say dropping a claw load of logs on a mouse is the definition of overkill.
One day a mouse got into the truck and was seen eating Robin’s lunch. The forester said, “Robin, don’t leave your lunch in the truck. Mice’ll get in there and the next thing you know they’ll be chewing the wires.”
Robin meant well, but he forgot. Left his lunch in the truck, and when he went to grab it, the mouse was in the bag. Before Robin could grab the mouse, the mouse ran off. Robin vowed to get the little bugger (only he didn’t say little bugger).
Later that afternoon, Robin was running the crane and he spotted the mouse sitting on top of a pile of logs, looking proud of himself. Robin grabbed a claw full of logs, swung them around, dropped them on the mouse.
But the mouse ran off. Again.
Some say the mouse was smarter than Robin. Some say dropping a claw load of logs on a mouse is the definition of overkill.
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