The Pronghorn and the Ranch Fence
Across a wide prairie, a young pronghorn named Dash was known throughout the herd for her speed. She could streak over the grass faster than any other animal, and she took every chance to prove it, even though the older pronghorns watched her racing the wind and shook their heads. Dash never listened to advice, because she believed that speed could solve every problem.
One dry summer, the herd needed to reach a distant creek where water still flowed. The route crossed a ranch, and a long wire fence stretched across the open land. Dash charged ahead, and when she reached the fence, she skidded to a stop, because she could run for miles without tiring but she could not leap over the tall wires.
The herd gathered behind her, restless and thirsty, while Dash paced along the fence in frustration and complained that she was the fastest of them all and still could not cross a few strands of wire.
A small prairie dog popped up from a burrow beside the fence and squeaked that Dash was looking in the wrong direction. The bottom wire was smooth, she explained, and it was set higher at the next post, and pronghorns duck beneath fences all the time.
Dash felt her pride sting a little, because she had assumed that someone so small could not teach her anything. Still, she lowered her head and crept under the smooth wire, and one by one the herd followed, until soon they were all drinking at the creek.
Dash thanked the prairie dog sincerely. She had learned that speed carries an animal far, but listening shows it which way to go.