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The fable of the Beavers and the squirrel (December 2000)

squirrel was once a very modosita and lived within the forest. He spent his life collecting basic data for Business Intelligence and offered them to the fox, mean boss, who over his white mustache looked suspiciously analysis and focus groups, daring in constant hiss:

-Essperá a bit. You're a poor little squirrel. No interessssa. You cassstigaré with Umbrella Phone!

The squirrel bent his head thoughtfully, and in doing so showed his budincito step (*). His attention then turned to forest lilies, birds of the air and developments in the DataBase Marketing. In that passed its pathos when there was a change in the forest. The lilies and the birds suffered a depreciation in the estimation financial and benefits were only marginal, a commodity to say the fox. "Lilies, birds ... what Missmer" moaned altered, and stroked his mustache.

But a day came the Beaver, managing the UAV (**). And guess what happened? Started moving to the forest squirrels todaslas according to their liderzago, its highly proactive situation, and win-win context that that relationship would-sometimes horizontal. It happens that the Beaver had been appointed Chief of the Forest by some external entity and Germanic that escapes the purposes of this story. The beaver and fox became in great friends but did not share the vagaries sex of the first, as the fox had only a five-year breeding season.

Castor Then smiled, I let a stinking fluid peep his chin lock and held a party in the woods. All animals were invited, and there were parties, dancing and strippers. The Beavers took due account of the attire of the Chipmunks and supported in various circumstances. The squirrel protagonist claimed innocence but the judges spoke to the contrary. Some lucky squirrels were brought to the marriage bed and promoted to squirrel-consort. The forest went wrong but for many years there was talk of the party. Moral

"No matter how early is early dawn

when changing the beaver, the empome be in vain."

(*) BDN = budincito. Argentina by the end of the century.
(**) poetic license, rhymes echo outside the forest and the tone of this blog.