greyfeather

Once there was a minotaur named gary. Gary wasn't much of a do-it-yourselfer, but every year Gary did file his own tax returns, as Gary didnt have enough deductions to file a schedule A and took the standard deduction, and also its difficult for a minotaur to get good service at H&R Block. Not that the accountants were particularly rude, but they tended to ask a lot of non-tax related questions about what its like to be a minotaur, and if you a minotaur like Gary youve had to answer all the minotaur questions so many times, that if you are asked about being a minotaur just one more time, you might go gore someone.

This year Gary was again doing his own taxes. Which was difficult, not so much because the mathematics involved, but minotaurs eyes are very seperated from each other and its difficult to do much close up work. As it was Gary would have to turn his head far to the side to look at the paper and keep the other eye shut. This resulted in particularly bad headaches that made Gary grumpy and restless about being at his desk doing the taxes.

Gary decided it was well past time for a break, and after brushing his teeth and sharpening his horns he went for a walk in the woods to clear his head. Gary was a very introverted minotaur and shortly began to think about his life and how itd be different if he grew up speaking farsi instead. Also, he thought about his own introversion and how he should try to be more out going to make more friends, both of minotaur and non-minotaurs. The irony then struck him of thinking about being less introverted while walking alone in the woods. Then a huge grizzley bear killed and ate him.

The Moral- A bear could totally kill a minotaur.