Refereeing Vole
My pet vole tried out to become a referee today. I tried to tell him that it was Thanksgiving, and anyone who would be judging (or refereeing) his referee skills would be less likely to give him good marks, because that person would be wishing they were spending the day with their family, or friends, or, at the very least, their favorite coloring book.
But by forcing them to come out to the referee refereeing field, my vole was just prejudicing them against him and setting himself up for failure. But he did it anyway.
So he starts off with his aluminum foil slipperiness event, which is one of his strongest events. But right off the bat, he loses his grip on the slipperiest of the slippery foil, and the lobster within it crashes to the astroturf. My vole felt like merely a pale imitation of a competent referee, and promptly ended the judging session.
It was a sad and hard day for him, but I think he learned a valuable lesson: Thanksgiving isn’t a day of lobsters, it’s a day of brandy and algebra. His complete lack of algebra use today was definitely a factor in his downfall, in my opinion. And since I shape all reality with my mind, my opinion is the one that matters the most.