Once upon a time, in the old country of my birth, I pulled a precocious young youth aside so that I could share with him all the wisdom that I had learned in this life.
"See that bridge over there?" I said to the lad. "I built it with me own two hands, but nobody calls me 'Seamus the bridge-builder.'"
"See that barn?" I inquired of the youth. "I raised it myself! And yet, nobody calls me 'Seamus the barn-raiser!'"
I paused for a moment, to give weight to my final statements and to reflect on the morals of life so hard learned.
"I tell ya, kid," I sighed at last, "you fuck one sheep, and you gotta live with it for the rest of your life!"
