My Life as a Lawyer
"...But I'm Not The Only One."
When I was a boy one of my favorite cartoons began with a sheepdog and a wolf. "Mornin' Ralph," said the sheepdog. "Mornin' Sam," said the wolf. They would clock in to work, the sheepdog would casually sit down, and the wolf would begin some ingenious scheme by which he hoped to abscond with a sheep. Inevitably Sam, always a step ahead of Ralph, would catch his nemesis in the act, grab him by the throat, and send him over a cliff with a mammoth punch. But sometimes, a split-second before Sam could give Ralph the business, the lunch whistle blew. Sam would release his grip from Ralph's neck, the two retrieved their lunch pails, and they both enjoyed a nice, quiet lunch together. When the whistle blew again, they dutifully re-assumed their respective positions - you know, with Sam's hand around Ralph's neck - and over the cliff went the wolf with a fresh black eye.