*An Indian tourist walks into a curio shop in San Francisco.*
*Looking around at the exotica, he notices a very lifelike,*
*Life-sized bronze statue of a rat. It has no price tag,*
*But is so striking he decides he must have it.**
*He takes it to the owner: "How much for the bronze rat?"**
*"Twelve dollars for the rat, one hundred dollars for the*
*Story,"says the owner.*
*The tourist gives the man twelve dollars.*
*"I'll just take the rat,you can keep the story."*
*As he walks down the street carrying his bronze rat,*
*He notices that a few real rats crawl out of the alleys*
*And sewers and begin following him down the street.*
*This is disconcerting; he begins walking faster.*
*But within a couple blocks, the herd of rats behind*
*Him grows to hundreds, and they begin squealing.*
*He begins to trot toward the Bay, looking around to see*
*That the rats now numbered in the MILLIONS, and are still*
* Squealing and coming toward him faster and faster.*
*Concerned, even scared, he runs to the edge of the Bay*
*And throws the bronze rat as far out into the Bay as he*
*Can. Amazingly, the millions of rats all jump into the Bay*
*After it, and are all drowned.*
*The man walks back to the curio shop.*
* *
*"Ah ha," says the owner, "You have come back for the*
* Story?"*
*"No," says the man, "I came back to see if you have a*
* a statue of an Indian politician in bronze!!*
