Part I
A Tale of Trust
Broken Trust
Once upon a time in the country home of Mr. and Mrs. Berryhill, there lived a cat named Whiskers and a dog named Woof. The two did not get along.
They had their reasons.
Woofās goofy personality and sloppy personal hygiene annoyed the cat.
Whiskersās snooty attitude and finicky habits alienated the dog.
Some time ago Woof got so excited he chased Whiskers up a tree. Sheād never forgiven him.
A couple of times Whiskersās sharp little claws had come out. Ever since, Woof had avoided her.
Plus, it was common knowledge that cats and dogs did not get along. Both Whiskers and Woof had heard from their mothers and fathers all the horror stories of the generations-old enmity between cats and dogs.
One day Woof made the terrible mistake of accidentally stepping on Whiskersās tail. Whiskers lashed out, swiping the dog across the face. Stinging with pain, Woof snarled and snapped at the cat, who leaped toward the dining room table to escape. She didnāt quite make it. Her claws sank into the tablecloth, and as she fell back, she pulled the entire table full of dishesājust set for dinnerāonto the floor, where they broke with a loud crash.
Thatās when Mrs. Berryhill came running into the room, her toddler in her arms.
āOh, no. What a mess!ā she cried.
The toddler, Billy, began to wailāa horrible, earsplitting sound.
Next, seven-year-old Kylie dashed in. āWhat happened?ā she cried.
Finally, Mr. Berryhill burst into the room, his face red with anger.
āThatās it!ā he yelled as Woof and Whiskers scurried out of the room. āIf you two donāt learn to get along, Iām going to get rid of you. All of you!ā
When Mr. Berryhill said āall of youā he was referring to the three other animals that lived in the house: a parrot named Presley, a hamster named Harriet, and a goldfish named Wiggles. Mr. Berryhillās voice boomed, so every animal in the house heard him loud and clear. It was also evident from Mr. Berryhillās tone that this was no idle threat. Heād been annoyed by the chaos created by Woof and Whiskers for quite some time. Mr. Berryhill seemed to have reached his breaking point.
Kylieās eyes filled with tears. āNo, Daddy! Please donāt get rid of our animals!ā
Mr. Berryhill squatted down and looked his little girl in the eye. āI donāt want to get rid of them, honey, but we have to trust these animals to behave if theyāre going to live in our house. If theyāre going to fight and break our dishes, theyāve got to go.ā
āBut, Daddyāā Kylie began.
āDaddyās right,ā said Mrs. Berryhill. āIf the animals are going to be part of our family, we have to be able to depend on them.ā
āIf they behave, can we keep them?ā Kylie asked tearfully.
āYes, but only if they stop fighting,ā said Mr. Berryhill.
The parrot, who was old and wise, gravely shook his head. To human ears, Presley merely began squawking. But to every animal in the house, his announcement was clear:
āAll animals, meet in the living room tonight at the stroke of midnight. Your presence is mandatory. This is an emergency!ā
That night as they were getting ready for bed, Mrs. Berryhill had a heart-to-heart with her husband.
āHoney, the dog and cat did make an unfortunate mess tonight. But your reaction seemed a little over the top. Is there something going on that I should know about?ā
Mr. Berryhill sat down with a sigh. āThings arenāt going as well at work as I had hoped. I had a meeting with my boss today and he said he wasnāt sure if I was in the right position.ā
āWhat did he mean by that?ā
āHe said he was disappointed that I didnāt seem to have the skills to get things done on my own. Said he didnāt have time to do his job and mine.ā
āThat must have really bothered you,ā Mrs. Berryhill said.
āNo kidding,ā he replied. āMy position has a lot of new responsibilities, and Iāve been working my tail off. It annoys me that he expects me to be up to speed overnight. I wish heād spend a little time helping me identify people who can coach me if he doesnāt have the time.ā
āCan you talk to him about that?ā asked Mrs. Berryhill.
Mr. Berryhill shook his head. āIt wonāt be easy. He says his door is always open, but to get a meeting with him is a major project in itself.ā
āSounds like you and your boss have trust issues. Just like we have with our cat and dog,ā she added with a smile.
āYeah, stress at work, chaos at home. Iām between a rock and a hard place!ā he said with a laugh. āThanks for listening, honey. I certainly need this weekend to decompress.ā
A Matter of Perception
That night the animals gathered at midnight as planned. Sitting high on his perch, Presley began the proceedings.
āThe status quo cannot continue,ā the parrot said. āThere must be peace and harmony among all of us, or there will be great sorrow for each of us.ā
The animals were silent. They knew that Presley spoke the truth.
āFirst,ā said the parrot, āthe two of youāāhere he looked at the dog and catāāmust learn to get along.ā
āImpossible,ā said Whiskers, licking her paws. āWoof simply cannot be trusted. He nearly bit my head off today!ā
āYou nearly clawed my eyes out today!ā Woof protested.
āAfter you crushed my tail!ā Whiskers yowled.
āI didnāt mean to!ā Woof cried, jumping to his feet.
Whiskers arched her back and hissed loudly.
āSTOP!ā squawked the parrot. āKeep it down, or weāll all be thrown out!ā
āYou see?ā said Whiskers. āDogs cannot be trusted. Everyone knows that. Thereās no point in further discussion.ā With that she turned and left the room.
Woof sank onto the carpet and put his head on his paws.
āI didnāt mean to upset Whiskers,ā the dog said. āI never do. Itās all a misunderstanding, I swear.ā
Harriet the hamster, who had been silently running on her wheel, spoke up.
āMisunderstanding or not, weāre all going to get kicked out of here if you two canāt get along.ā
Woof looked to the parrot. āHow can I get along with Whiskers when she won...