Its My Thesis

"Ahem!" the wolf cleared his throat. "What have you got there, rabbit?"

Rather than looking frightened, the rabbit looked up calmly and replied "Its my thesis. Its titled 'Killing and eating wolves and foxes: Variation in methodologies."

The wolf roared with laughter. "You? Killing wolves? You are insane. Whatever got into you writing garbage like that?"

"Well, really, it wasn't all my idea. I got the idea from my mentor. He felt this would make an appropriate subject for my Master's degree. Would you care to meet him? I'm sure he could explain the concept ever so much better than I."

The wolf thought to himself, why not? He could always grab the rabbit later and eat him and this promised to be amusing. "OK - where is this 'mentor'?" mentally licking his chops. Two rabbits. Mmmmm.

With that the rabbit beckoned him on and darted down the burrow. It was a wide one and the wolf had no trouble following him. Shortly thereafter, there was a loud wailing, gnashing of teeth, several large crunching noises, then silence. The rabbit reappeared at the entrance and started to set down this latest data set.

Shortly a fox came along. Well, lets not drag this story out - the same thing happened again. This time when the rabbit reappeared he paused to daintily flick a speck of blood off his fur before resuming his writing.

And, gentle reader, are you not curious at this turn of events? Let us tip-toe down into that burrow. We find it opens up rapidly into a cavern, and there are these soft, gentle snoring sounds at the other side. As we carefully approach them, what do we discover? A lion sleeping off his last meal. And we carefully sneak back out and leave.