There is this Rabbi walking throught the woods when he hears a strange commotion going on over the next hill. He looks over the hill and sees a line of strange yellow creatures winding up a hill, leading to a green monster. When the yellow things would get to the top of the hill the green monster would take a few steps and kick them as hard as he can, and the yellow things would fly through the air and land safely in a near by lake. As they emerged from the lake they would laugh and eagerly run back into line.
The rabbi approached one of these yellow things emerging from the lake and asked it, "What king of creature are you? Also, why are you doing this?"
The creature replied, "We are Trids. This is what we live for. When we get kicked we are elated by the feeling of freedom: the wind whipping through our hair, the sun on our bodies, and the feeling of freedom that encompases you is like no other." Before the Trid was even done with that sentence he was running off to the back of the line.
The rabbi, feeling spontaneous, joined the line of trids. He patiently waited his turn to be kicked. He waited for hours as the line slowly wound up the hillside, listening to the stories of all the Trids and their experiences of flying through the air.
As the sun was setting over the forest the rabbi had finally made it to the top of the hill. He bent over waiting to be kicked. The anticipation was killing him and he was ready to feel the freedom of flying through the air. But the kick never came. The rabbi turned aound and asked the monster, "Why are you not kicking me?"
The moster replied, "Silly rabbi, kicks are for Trids."
Ba-Dum Tish
The rabbi approached one of these yellow things emerging from the lake and asked it, "What king of creature are you? Also, why are you doing this?"
The creature replied, "We are Trids. This is what we live for. When we get kicked we are elated by the feeling of freedom: the wind whipping through our hair, the sun on our bodies, and the feeling of freedom that encompases you is like no other." Before the Trid was even done with that sentence he was running off to the back of the line.
The rabbi, feeling spontaneous, joined the line of trids. He patiently waited his turn to be kicked. He waited for hours as the line slowly wound up the hillside, listening to the stories of all the Trids and their experiences of flying through the air.
As the sun was setting over the forest the rabbi had finally made it to the top of the hill. He bent over waiting to be kicked. The anticipation was killing him and he was ready to feel the freedom of flying through the air. But the kick never came. The rabbi turned aound and asked the monster, "Why are you not kicking me?"
The moster replied, "Silly rabbi, kicks are for Trids."
Ba-Dum Tish
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