Once upon a time, two thumbs decided to take on a jackfruit.

The jackfruit was a young chap – and very thick skinned, but unarmed.

The thumbs on the other hand, had between themselves one knife.

The left thumb was weaker.

She took the knife first.

She tried pulling it against the jackfruit’s tough skin.

The jackfruit laughed.

She then changed tracks.

She sawed through it.

The jackfruit started yielding.

But soon, ouch, the knife cut Left thumb.

She retired to nurse her wound.

The right thumb, who was more powerful, laughed at the left thumb.

Let me show you, how it is done.

He took the knife and pulled with all the effort he had.

It was tough – took every muscle he had.

For a long time the jackfruit did not yield.

But finally it did.

And instead of just wounding the enemy – the right thumb spent the next one hour deskinning it completely – with brute force.

‘This, my lady, is how’ you should be doing battle.’ said the vain right thumb.

The story ends a week later in a hospital.

You can guess that it was the Left thumb.

No. In all the pulling of the Jackfruit battle, Right thumb had developed internal wounds – where pus had now formed.

I wonder what the moral of the story is?