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A wealthy man decided to go on a safari in Africa. He took his faithful pet
Dachshund dog along for company.


One day, the Dachshund starts chasing butterflies and before long the
Dachshund discovers that he is lost. Wandering about, he notices a leopard
heading rapidly in his direction with the obvious intention of having lunch.


The Dachshund thinks, "I'm in deep trouble now! Then he noticed some bones
on the ground close by and immediately settles down to chew on the bones
with his back to the approaching cat. Just as the leopard is about to leap,
the Dachshund exclaims loudly, "Boy, that was one delicious leopard. I
wonder if there are any more around here."


Hearing this, the leopard halts his attack in mid-stride, as a look of
terror comes over him, and slinks away into the trees. "Whew," says the
leopard. "That was close. That Dachshund! Nearly had me."


Meanwhile, a monkey who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree
figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection
from the leopard. So, off he goes. But the Dachshund sees him heading after
the leopard with great speed, and figures that something must be up.


The monkey soon catches up with the leopard, spills the beans and strikes a
deal for himself with the leopard. The leopard is furious at being made a
fool of and says, "Here monkey, hop on my back and see what's going to
happen to that conniving canine."


Now the Dachshund sees the leopard coming with the monkey on his back and
thinks "What am I going to do now?" But instead of running, the dog sits
down with his back to his attackers, pretending he hasn't seen them yet...
And just when they get close enough to hear,


The Dachshund says......................

"Where's that damn monkey? I sent him off half an hour ago to bring me
another leopard."



Moral: It doesn't matter what cards you hold but how you play them!!

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