機(jī)會(huì)藏在牛尾巴里

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Chances:Easier Missed than Seized
    It is a very interesting story that I heard.
    A young man longing to marry the beautiful daughter of a farm-owner came one day to the latter to make the proposal.
    The farm-owner sized him up,saying,“All right.Let’s go to my pasture.I’ll let out three bulls one by one.If you can catch any one’s tail,you’re eligible to marry my daughter.”
    Then they came together to the pasture.The young man stood waiting anxiously for the first bull to appear.A few minutes later the cattle shed opened and a bull rushed out toward him.It was the largest and most hideous bull he had ever seen.He thought maybe the next one would be better and so he stepped aside to let it cross the pasture to the back gate of the shed.
    The shed opened again and the second bull came rushing in.It was not only very big but also unususlly fierce.It stood with its hoofs grubbing and its throst muttering.“How terrible it is!The next cannot be as threatening as this.” It rampaged away to the back gate.
    Soon afterwards,the shed opened for the third bull to come out.At the sight of it the young man was beaming with smile.It was not only small in size but also thin and weak in strength—the exact type of a bull for him.When it rushed toward him he was ready to act.With a jump he stretched his hands to catch its tail but in vain—it simply had no tail at all.
    It goes without saying that the young man failed to marry the farmer’s beautiful daughter.He had been given chances,but they had all gone in a flash.