Bella read yesterday’s story and reckons it was too long-winded for her, so she put together her own version. Enjoy.
Operation Rags-to-Riches: The Pawper’s Gambit
How could the son of a pauper expect to become a millionaire?
Simple. By committing the gravest of social crimes: daring to step outside the environment he was issued at birth.
Humans treat an environment like a dog treats a fence—if it’s there, it must be destiny. “Sorry, pal, you were born on the wrong side of the hedge. No fetch games in the garden of wealth for you!” Meanwhile, the rich pups chase golden tennis balls while the rest chew sticks and call it character-building.
But let’s not bark too loudly at the injustice—because here’s the punchline: when someone from the wrong side does make it, the crowd gasps as if they’d just watched a Chihuahua scale Everest. “Impossible! How did he do it?” The answer whispered like a state secret: he changed his environment. He found new toys, new trainers, and new fields to run in.
And suddenly, the son of a pauper with muddy paws is gnawing on the bone of fortune, while the rest still sit obediently in their kennels waiting for destiny to drop kibble from the sky.
The truth? Environment is the leash. You can chew through it—but you’ll need sharp teeth, stubborn jaws, and perhaps a touch of lunacy. Or, as I like to call it, Bella Energy™.
So next time someone asks, “How could the son of a pauper expect to become a millionaire?”—just grin, wag your tail, and say:
“By not asking permission.”
