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!
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.
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!