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So goes the story… In a time and in a land far, far away, there was a small town, where, since time immemorial, the townsfolk had been sacrificing their daughters to appease the dragon. One day, it was finally the turn of the King’s own Daughter. The legend does not say, but it seems safe to presume there were no other daughters to be found anywhere in the village, nor indeed, within a fortnight’s ride. Management could hardly say, “We’ve completely run out of maidens excepting only Our Daughter!” Politically Correctly, the problem was: “A Large Number of young maidens has been devoured, and Something must be done!” Clearly a crisis! How does one determine what “a large number” of young maidens might be? There were arguments for as many as 10,000 young maidens, other arguments for as few as 2,000. 8,000 was finally agreed as the threshold. The issue of determining “young” when selecting maidens was gallantly avoided. But I digress… Just as the problem captured Management’s full attention, George, a successful consultant, arranged to be in the right place at the right time. Said he, “Instead of sacrificing Your Daughter, why not slay the dragon?” (Fortunately, the EPA had not yet declared dragons to be an endangered species – this really was long ago and far away!) What an astoundingly creative and original idea! Management had never thought of that! True, the villagers had been saying that for years, but they were just peasants, and their ideas were hardly to be taken seriously. Besides, they were clearly involved in conflicts of interest, attempting nothing more noble than to save their own daughters. Truth to tell, Management had actually never noticed.
As you’d expect, They also needed George’s help to do the job. George saved Their Daughter, collected a handsome fee, and rode off into the sunset, fairly reeking with the odour of sanctity – or was that just dragon slime! |
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