"The Thesis"
One sunny day a rabbit came out of her hole in
the ground to enjoy the fine weather. The day
was so nice that she became careless and a
fox sneaked up behind her and caught her.
"I am going to eat you for lunch!", said the
fox.
"Wait!" replied the rabbit, "You should at least
wait a few days."
"Oh yeah? Why should I wait?"
"Well, I am just finishing my thesis on 'The
Superiority of Rabbits over Foxes and Wolves.'"
"Are you crazy? I should eat you right now!
Everybody knows that a fox will always win
over a rabbit."
"Not really, not according to my research. If you
like, you can come into my hole and read it
for
yourself. If you are not convinced, you can go
ahead and have me for lunch."
"You really are crazy!" But since the fox was
curious and had nothing to lose, it went with the
rabbit. The fox never came out. A few days later
the rabbit was again taking a break from writing
and sure enough, a wolf came out of the bushes
and was ready to set upon her.
"Wait!" yelled the rabbit, "you can't eat me right now."
"And why might that be, my furry appetizer?"
"I am almost finished writing my thesis on
'The Superiority of Rabbits over Foxes and Wolves.'"
The wolf laughed so hard that it almost lost its grip
on the rabbit. "Maybe I shouldn't eat you; you really
are sick--in the head. You might have something
contagious."
"Come and read it for yourself; you can eat
me afterward if you disagree with my conclusions."
So the wolf went down into the rabbit's hole and
never came out. The rabbit finished her thesis and
was out celebrating in the local lettuce patch. Another rabbit came
along and asked, "What's up? You
seem very happy."
"Yup, I just finished my thesis."
"Congratulations. What's it about?"
"The Superiority of Rabbits over Foxes and Wolves.'"
"Are you sure? That doesn't sound right."
"Oh yes. Come and read it for yourself."
So together they went down into the rabbit's hole.
As they entered, the friend saw the typical graduate
abode, albeit a rather messy one after writing a thesis..
The computer with the controversial work was in one
corner. And to the right there was a pile of fox bones, on the left a
pile of wolf bones. And in the
middle was a large, well-fed lion.
The moral of the story:
The title of your thesis doesn't matter.
The subject doesn't matter.
The research doesn't matter.
All that matters is who your advisor is.
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