Perfect order

A man offered to pay a sum of money to his twelve year old daughter if she mowed the lawn. The girl went at the task with great zest and by evening the whole lawn had been beautifully mown - well, everything except a large patch of grass in one comer. When the man said he couldn't pay the sum agreed upon because the whole lawn hadn't been mown, the girl said she was ready to forego the money, but would not cut the grass in the patch.

Curious to find out why, he checked the uncut patch. There, right in the centre of the patch, sat a large toad. The girl had been too tender-hearted to run over it with the lawn-mower. Where there is love, there is disorder.

Perfect order would make the world a graveyard.

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