I remember when I was a child, my family kept chickens. Every evening, the chickens had to fly back into their coop. But the entrance was a bit high, and every day the chickens had to try many times before they finally managed to get inside.
Watching the chickens repeatedly fail to fly in, I couldn't help asking my dad, "Why are they too stupid to fly up to the lower flowerpot first, and then from the flowerpot into the chicken coop?"
His answer is something I still remember to this day: "If it were that smart, it wouldn't have to be a chicken."
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