The Fable of the Two Valleys

Once upon a time there were two valleys. The bigger valley was populated by a tribe of cattlemen, who bred and raised cattle, and ate big fat juicy steaks on a regular basis

In the smaller valley was a tribe of broccoli growers who wanted desperately to get into the big valley and eat those steaks too.

But there was a problem. The broccoli growers were carriers of a disease that killed cattle. So the cattlemen forbade them entrance into their valley.

But after many skirmishes, argument, assaults and parries, the broccoli grows breached the perimeter of the big valley, and overran the cattle land, cheering, parading, dancing and singing their victory, their conquest, the fulfillment of their wish to eat beefsteaks like the natives of the valley.

But as the celebration wound down, and they lined up to get the steaks they had fought for so long and hard, there were none. Indeed, when they looked out across the big valley, as far as the eye could see there was nothing but cattle corpses. Dead herds. Not a single steer alive to provide a single steak.

The broccoli growers' very entrance into the cattle valley destroyed what they coveted.

The only thing left, littering the ground where the cattle once stood was their droppings, cow dung. Only that, and nothing more

So, not willing to admit what they had done, they gathered up the bull shit, cooked it up and served it to each other, calling it "marriage"...sorry, I mean..."beefsteak".

The Gunslinger

Unfortunately for the natives of the Cattle Valley...their millennia-long tradition of breeding and raising cattle and eating steak ended that very day.