From the Sheeplog Experts...



TOPIC: "The Art of Compromise"

The ones we’ve endowed with lawmaking responsibilities seem to be having a hard time with the concept of compromise.

By way of instruction, I'll share how compromise works in the cow pasture as I'm right in the middle of negotiating:

My colleague Renee and I each must eat. We must eat well because of our responsibility to produce milk for humankind. Renee and I share a pasture with a variety—but a finite amount—of grasses. We both love alfalfa. However, if I eat all the alfalfa I desire, there won’t be enough left to meet Renee’s recommended daily requirement.

So, in the interest of what’s best for all of cowdom, not to mention humankind, I offer a compromise.

I will eat only half the alfalfa if I can have assurances that my cousins will get to eat all the clover in the Lower 40. Renee agrees to eat only the other half of the alfalfa if her sisters get exclusive grazing in the day lilies in June.

Wait. That’s a trick. Day lilies imbue cows with a sweet perfume that makes their milk highly valued. If they eat the day lilies we become second class citizens. Renee and her sisters do this every time! They think they are entitled to day lilies and want to achieve special status on the backs of my cousins and me.

No, they’ll need to compromise a little more and allow us at least a third of the day lilies.

Rats. She won’t do it. Now she says she and her sisters made alfalfa happen by their own hard work and either she gets all the alfalfa or my family will never even get close to the clover.

Okay, Renee, survival of the fittest it is! Everybody goes for all the alfalfa they can eat. Whoever is left standing, next year gets the whole pasture—if it’s still there.