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This is a strange motivtional story. I challenge you to find the truth in it.

The following story was broadcast on TV many-many years ago and it stuck with me. The storyteller related an anecdote filled with the typical imagery of the African Bush and a fair bit of the African humour that is hotwired into our genetics. There was a game farm bordering a commercial potato farm. Of necessity a high voltage game fence ran between the two, to keep animals in or animals out depending if you are farming game or farming potatoes. A warthog on the game farm had developed a taste for potatoes but faced a rather painful problem to overcome. From experience it new that the fence was an unforgiving opponent and dished out agony to any unwary or foolish creatures venturing too close. The observer watched this particular potato loving piggy on many occasions; it would stand far back from the fence, its focus would shift and be firmly on the potato plants, it would then start squealing horribly, charge the fence at high speed squeals still echoing through the bush and go straight through. I imagine this would be followed by gleeful rooting around and satisfied grunting as the next tasty tuber was uprooted and eaten. It became a ritual and a lovely story (except of course for the farmer and whoever had to fix the fence afterwards).