This is a true story.
Two boys went to a fair. This was in 1960’s before “animal rights” existed.
They had a bear in a ring, wearing boxing gloves. He was up on his hind legs and sort of weaving back and forth, with his (gloved) paws, waving in the breeze.
You could box this bear. If you could stay in the ring for three minutes, you won a prize. This sounded great to one of the boys. He paid his money, put on some gloves and got in the ring with this bear.
The boy started beating on the bear. He punched the bear in the chest as hard as he could. He was beating on this bear… hitting him HARD. The bear was sort of doing nothing. He was still waving his gloves back and forth but that was it. He wasn’t fighting back.
So the boy was feeling great. He was going to beat this bear for sure, but right before the 3 minutes was up, the trainer / attendant of the game blew some kind of dog (bear) whistle and the bear went, WHAPPPPPPPPP! He knocked the boy clear out of the ring with one punch.
There are a lot of points in this story but the one I am interested in today is this: are you a bear? Or are you a person who thinks you can mess with a bear?
I think a bear can recognize another bear. They don’t mess with each other all that often.
I am definitely a bear, though I’m good-natured. You can beat on me all day and all night. You can beat on me for weeks or for years while I try to peacefully eat my berries but if I ever decide I’ve had enough, you’re going to go flying.
Where is your Mars?