Once upon a time there was a kingdom ruled by a great bear. The
peasants in this society were very poor, and one of the few ways to
get ahead was to become a royal knight.
Becoming one entailed an interview with the great bear...if he liked you, he made you a knight on the spot....if not, he removed your head with one swipe of his paw.
However, the family of the unfortunate would-be knights was compensated
with a hound from the royal kennels, quite a valuable commodity in
itself.
So with all tales this leads to the moral:
The mourning after a terrible knight, nothing beats the dog of the bear
that hit you.
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