The Little Doggie

Once upon a time in the Third Galaxy, there was a little doggy. He saw that the Man was eating all kinds of goodies. Being a good little doggy, he sat by the table and wagged his little doggy tail. The man looked at him lovingly, so he lifted his paw and waggled his tail all the more. Surely, he would soon share some of the goodies the Man was gorging on. Suddenly, the doggy felt a sharp pain and was on the verse of yelping in pain - but then, the Man gave the doggie a lovely piece of fresh, raw meat. The doggy was so happy!

The moral of this story is that there are no morals in the Third Galaxy, that go beyond amassing all the wealth you can, that wealth, in itself is a moral good and how it has been acquired or kept is of no importance as long as you haven't stolen (too much) from other fat cats.

The other moral is that little doggies, no matter how hard they work or how loyal they are to the man, get screwed, literally, in the end and end up with less than they started with.