Oh, this is the fate of the existence of my days! Oh, the suffering I feel, oh the pain I feel! Then my brother comes along. Why do you complain? he asks, waving his tail behind him. Be quiet, I reply. I'm bemoaning my fate! Why do you bemoan your fate? You've the best fate in the world! And why do I have the best fate in the world? I ask. You could be me? he says. Why do you say that? I ask. You're intelligent and smart and good-looking. But I have to see your face everyday! And then he wandered off... With family like that, I stop bemoaning my fate and go on with my day.