Once upon a time a Barn Cat, hunting for mice at the circus, stopped and sat and stared.
A Panther turned his head and narrowed his eyes. He growled, “What are you looking at?”
The Barn Cat said, “I’m looking at a whole lot of big cat.”
The Panther rumbled, “Do go on.”
The Barn Cat said, “Your sleek physique! Your mighty thews! Your claws! Your fangs! You, sir, are a killing machine!”
The Panther purred, “I could kill you in an instant.”
“I’d be a snack!” said the Barn Cat, “ - if you could reach me through those bars.”
The Panther hissed, “Shut up!”
The Barn Cat said, “And what strong bars! And what a big cage!”
The Panther was silent.
“Oh well,” said the Barn Cat, “I think I’ll go somewhere else now. See ya!” And the Barn Cat strolled away, tail high.
Moral: Blessed be liberty.