My grandmother was raised in a large family on the edge of the prairie. They had no modern conveniences and life was difficult. The children each had assigned responsibilities. One day Grandma was in the dirt cellar doing laundry in a wash tub. She was hot and hungry but couldn't leave her job until it was finished. All of a sudden her younger brother appeared stating ,"Here, Sissy, I made you a sandwich." She couldn't believe he was being so thoughtful, but was grateful to accept his offering. As she was about to take a bite, she noticed a tail hanging out the side. He'd made her a mouse sandwich! The moral of this story is: "Don't trust a smiling brother---he may be bearing tails."
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