This is not bad a lesson in maths, this is about getting more profit from your business through co-operation and teamwork. Do this successfully and you'll create something where
value of
whole is greater than
sum of
parts. It's a true story that will show you exactly how to make two and two add up to five, or more.At around 7 p.m. on May 3, 2001, I was taking my dog, Holly, she's part Rottweiller, part dog (sorry, I mean Shepherd), for her evening constitutional along
local lane.
We were almost home, not 50 yards from
bridge at
end of my driveway, when we heard a squeak coming from
undergrowth. It's not unusual for
lizards to squeak. Sometimes, when I whistle
cats,
lizards answer me back. The first time, I nearly jumped out of my skin!
"Who's there?"
The squeak resounded again. This time, however, both dog and I cocked an ear each and glanced at each other askance. Now, I have no idea what she was thinking, but I suspect, much
same as me as she dragged me off in
direction of
sound. "That ain't no lizard!"
Down ditch and up bank, we caught our first glimpse of
owner of
voice. A contender for
title of World's Smallest Kitten and, we were just in time to see it scurry back up to huddle with two better qualified entrants.
All alone, middle of nowhere. Oh bother! Now what do we do?
Well, to cut a long story short, I decided they were far too young to be out on their own and went and collected them. I took a cardboard box and if it had been only a shoe box, so small they were, I could have lost all three of them in it.
Brought
box home and, looking at
comparative sizes of half ounce furballs to 55 lb. muscle-bound mutt, decided
box should go up on
table, out of reach.
Wrong answer!
Holly paced
floor of
hallway, back and forth by
side of
table like an expectant father waiting for news of
birth. And she howled and she whined and she cried.
(Maybe because there were no cigars in
house?)
When I could stand no more, I got
box down, crouching close to see what she would do. Now, bear in mind that one of these little things had already tried to bite
end off my finger - it was a nasty nip for one that size. And they came fitted with sharp grappling irons on each tiny hoof.
I thought Holly was pretty brave to shove her snout straight down into
box, let alone pick up our noisy friend, ever so gently, place him on
floor, roll him on his back and then started to lick his now not-so-private parts with a tongue that could bath an entire kitten in one swipe!