Reading Notes on Tricking Lions (or Tigers)

I particularly liked the stories of the tricksters as well, like many people I find satisfaction in seeing the results of someone else's cleverness. The main story of tricksters, about the Jackal, the Brahman and the tiger was quite entertaining, but it was not the only story dedicated to tricking someone. In Aesop's fables, the lion is often representative of strength, but not necessarily cleverness. In one of the tales, the poor lion is defanged and declawed out of love, but it was merely a trick to reduce his great strength to nothingness. Although it may be cruel, it is a worthy lesson to remember.

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Hi! My name is Blake Allred and I am majoring in International Relations with a minor in Spanish. I chose this major because I love travelling and meeting new people and learning about their cultures and traditions. One of my favorite things about the classes I take is the chance that I have to meet other people from a very diverse range of backgrounds. If all goes well, I will be graduating this semester, so this part of my college journey is coming to an end. I’m still not sure how I feel about this, it is kind of a mixture between excitement and dread, but overall, I am glad I could have such a wonderful experience here at OU and that I am now able to graduate. This summer we went on a family vacation to visit my grandparents who live in rural Colorado. My grandpa is a retired pilot and owns his own plane and built his retirement home right next to a remote airstrip. When we went there this summer, I was able to go out flying with him and even f...

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