Wolf was a dog that looked like a wolf. Friskie was a much smaller animal with an attitude problem. He loved to pick on bigger dogs. When they’d become angry, he’d run away and hide.
The bigger dog loved to chew on bones. What dog doesn’t? When Wolf would find one, he’d bury it in the yard. But just as soon as he was out of sight, along would come Friskie, who’d dig it up and steal it.
This went on for weeks. Wolf could have knocked the smaller dog’s lights out, but instead he devised a plan. One day he went on his usual hunt and returned with two bones. Where had he gotten them? Some things are better left unknown.
Wolf dug a deep hole in the yard and quickly deposited the big, juicy bone with lots of meat on it. He pushed a few inches of dirt over his prize and then dropped the smaller, less tasty bone on top of the partially filled-in hole. Then he scooped the remainder of the dirt over the depression and went to take his usual afternoon nap.
When Friskie saw the freshly turned earth, he knew immediately that a nice bone hid underneath, just waiting to be stolen. Dig, dig, dig. Scratch, scratch, scratch. Soon he had the small bone in his mouth, and he hurried away. He never knew that just below the first bone waited a bigger, meatier treat.
Wolf had outsmarted the pest.
Sometimes the best way to deal with bullies is to fight with your brain instead of your fists. No bones about it!