One day, the Lion, the Fox and the Ass went on a hunting trip and agreed to work collaboratively and to assist each other. It was Boxing Day and with so many animals still suffering from their Christmas dinner hangover, they managed to secure a large booty.
Once they reached home, the Lion – always the gang leader – asked the Ass to divide the loot and allot each of the partners his due portion.
The Ass wasn’t exactly a genius in these things, so he used his rudimentary skills in mathematics to carefully divide the day’s catch into three equal shares. He then modestly invited the two others to make the first choice.
The Lion duly responded by devouring the Ass in record time, an act of brutality that shook the watching Fox to the core.
The Lion then delegated the task of dividing the spoils to the Fox. The Fox accumulated all that they had killed into one large heap and left to himself smallest possible morsel: a mingy hare in his late 30s and a self-conscious squirrel who graduated from Cambridge University.
The Lion was thoroughly (if not sincerely) impressed and asked, “Who taught you, my very excellent fellow, the art of division?”
The Fox replied, “I learned it from the Ass, by witnessing his fate.”
Apparently the moral of the story is, it is always wise to learn from the misfortunes of others, and I guess that’s pretty obvious.
But the main thing is the Lion ate the Ass, and we are quite happy to leave it at that.
 Actually, the Ass wasn’t a genius, full stop.