A prize bull and a prize cow got together and decided they'd have a little prize calf. So they did. When he was born, they decided he'd have the best of everything--food, education, ... So they kept him in a little compound separated from the hoi polloi. But as he reached puberty, he looked out through the chain-link fence at all the cows out there, and drooled. He would back up to the far corner of his pen, and study the top of the barbed-wire topped fence. He always concluded he couldn't make it. But one day, he decided he was big and strong enough. He backed up to the farthest corner, and ran like hell. He jumped over the fence, and made it, almost. Just then, papa bull came ambling along the fence line, noticed his son bleeding, noticed what was hanging on the barbed wire atop the fence, noticed his son bleeding ... At last he consoled his son: Don't worry, son, you can always be a consultant.