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Qualities for horse and Man or indeed Mule!
NO. 1 - Respect - do you have it?
NO. 1 - Respect - do you have it?
Now then, picture this. I had a dream and no my middle name is not Martin Luther. I dreamt of us Learnaholics Anonymous sitting in a circle at the feet of the great Pat Parelli listening in awed amazement at his progressive peregrinations pertaining to perfecting perfectly polite partnerships between bipeds and quadrupeds.
Halfway through he decided to introduce his friend ‘The BANKER’ to give us a talk – bear with me this is a dream after all. The BANKER stood tall, immaculate in a suit, sharp comparison to Pat and his devoted LA jean glad followers, glasses half perched on his elegant elongated nose that topped a pencil thin moustache. He proceeded to look down this elegant elongated nose on us all. He announced in a commanding voice ‘I am going to talk about interest rates, investments bonds and high yield accounts.’
Like a wind rustling across the tops of a cornfield, there was a flurry of unease and discontent whispering through the group. ‘Huh’ I thought, folding my arms firmly across my ample besom in an attitude of defiance, ‘why would I want to listen to a pompous ass banker who loses billions telling me what do with my money’. Shuffling to my feet I half turned away from him and started to think of all the aggressive things I could say to the banker to manifest my intense dislike and distrust of them.
Max unfolded her elegant body to stand, hands by her side, her brain going into overdrive ‘what right does this man have to come and talk to us about investments she thought, ‘ I’ll invest him, I just wonder if I could sneak up to him and tweak his moustache and if he would notice – pompous idiot. Then I can go back to trying to work out what Pat really wants from us, maybe a game she muses?
Jane 1 Froze in her crouch on the floor, like a rabbit fixed under the head lights of car on a dark night. Her brain starting to panic, ‘what if he asks me a question’, ‘what if I don’t know the answer’ ‘what is a high yield thingy anyway – what has that got to do with banking, I thought it was something to do with porcupines’ ‘ help’ ; she stared desperately at me as though willing me to telepathically give her the answers.
Sam gave the man a charming smile that momentarily blinded him with its brilliance, causally got up and wondered over to the sink to make a coffee and peruse the cooking books on the shelf, turning her back in such a way not to appear to insult but ensuring her message of indifference was received.
Jo politely sat with a fixed smile on her face, thinking ‘high interest, I’ll give him high interest, just let him ask me the question on high interest and I shall tell him what I think of him and his high interest, I can go on for hours about the subject.”
Nicola hurriedly got up, ‘sorry, so sorry, got to go, just remembered left the cat out, the stable door is open, I am sure I forgot to turn off the iron, excuse me, excuse me, so sorry, must dash, see you next time’ and exited in a flurry of hand waves.
‘Hmm’ I thought my mind now turning to devilish things, I wonder if I saunter up to Clive and stand beside him and blow a great big raspberry, they will all think it is Clive as a lady would never do such a thing and I can have a good giggle to myself at the man’s expense.
Both Mike and Bryan were starting to look like peacocks, well it is one thing to listen with admiration to the Great Pat Parelli, but who wants to listen to a banker who probably has no brain and an even smaller tool, ‘bet my is bigger’ they think to themselves, squaring up their shoulders and preparing to launch an avalanche of male testosterone at the man. ‘Bonds’ they thought maliciously ‘we’ll give him a bit of bonding that he won’t forget in a hurry’. Perhaps he would like to come round and cart a few bales they thought, that would put the smile on the other side of his face and show who was a man around here.
Jane 2 glared at the rest of us for being so impolite and put on an attentive listening face. The banker droned on about bonds and things, her eyes glazed over and she found her mind drifting to website design – now what sort of watermark should she put on the page, nothing too fancy but a subtle colour perhaps, hmm and would it be possible to squeeze in a link to Share Parelli without it looking too naf, should she put the contents down the side, across the top, highlighted or reversed image –oops did that banker just ask her a question?
‘Er Yes, No 2, communication is a shared thing between one or two people or was it not making assumptions?’ She said not having a clue what else to say.
Like a wind rustling across the tops of a cornfield, there was a flurry of unease and discontent whispering through the group. ‘Huh’ I thought, folding my arms firmly across my ample besom in an attitude of defiance, ‘why would I want to listen to a pompous ass banker who loses billions telling me what do with my money’. Shuffling to my feet I half turned away from him and started to think of all the aggressive things I could say to the banker to manifest my intense dislike and distrust of them.
Max unfolded her elegant body to stand, hands by her side, her brain going into overdrive ‘what right does this man have to come and talk to us about investments she thought, ‘ I’ll invest him, I just wonder if I could sneak up to him and tweak his moustache and if he would notice – pompous idiot. Then I can go back to trying to work out what Pat really wants from us, maybe a game she muses?
Jane 1 Froze in her crouch on the floor, like a rabbit fixed under the head lights of car on a dark night. Her brain starting to panic, ‘what if he asks me a question’, ‘what if I don’t know the answer’ ‘what is a high yield thingy anyway – what has that got to do with banking, I thought it was something to do with porcupines’ ‘ help’ ; she stared desperately at me as though willing me to telepathically give her the answers.
Sam gave the man a charming smile that momentarily blinded him with its brilliance, causally got up and wondered over to the sink to make a coffee and peruse the cooking books on the shelf, turning her back in such a way not to appear to insult but ensuring her message of indifference was received.
Jo politely sat with a fixed smile on her face, thinking ‘high interest, I’ll give him high interest, just let him ask me the question on high interest and I shall tell him what I think of him and his high interest, I can go on for hours about the subject.”
Nicola hurriedly got up, ‘sorry, so sorry, got to go, just remembered left the cat out, the stable door is open, I am sure I forgot to turn off the iron, excuse me, excuse me, so sorry, must dash, see you next time’ and exited in a flurry of hand waves.
‘Hmm’ I thought my mind now turning to devilish things, I wonder if I saunter up to Clive and stand beside him and blow a great big raspberry, they will all think it is Clive as a lady would never do such a thing and I can have a good giggle to myself at the man’s expense.
Both Mike and Bryan were starting to look like peacocks, well it is one thing to listen with admiration to the Great Pat Parelli, but who wants to listen to a banker who probably has no brain and an even smaller tool, ‘bet my is bigger’ they think to themselves, squaring up their shoulders and preparing to launch an avalanche of male testosterone at the man. ‘Bonds’ they thought maliciously ‘we’ll give him a bit of bonding that he won’t forget in a hurry’. Perhaps he would like to come round and cart a few bales they thought, that would put the smile on the other side of his face and show who was a man around here.
Jane 2 glared at the rest of us for being so impolite and put on an attentive listening face. The banker droned on about bonds and things, her eyes glazed over and she found her mind drifting to website design – now what sort of watermark should she put on the page, nothing too fancy but a subtle colour perhaps, hmm and would it be possible to squeeze in a link to Share Parelli without it looking too naf, should she put the contents down the side, across the top, highlighted or reversed image –oops did that banker just ask her a question?
‘Er Yes, No 2, communication is a shared thing between one or two people or was it not making assumptions?’ She said not having a clue what else to say.
Pat cleared his throat, ‘ Hands up all of you who recognizes the banker in themselves when a horse sees them?’