He said I was savage.
He doesn’t know what that means.
A hermit was walking in the woods and came across a coral snake.
The snake had been bitten by a cat and was badly injured.
The hermit felt bad for snake and took it home to nurse it back to health.
Months passed and the snake healed but the hermit had become very attached to the snake in the meantime.
One day, while having some special time together, the snake bit the hermit in the face.
The hermit picked up a rock to crush the snake’s head and cried, “how could you?!?!”
The snake never blinked. “Why are you crying?,” it asked, “Everyone knows that snakes make bad pets.”
With rock still in hand, the hermit pondered this while the snake crawled back to it’s home in the woods.
I don’t know who is who in this story.
Actually, I do.
I am both of them.