A weak and cowardly hunter searched for the tracks of a lion. The hunter crossed a worn-down bridge and asked a nearby lumberjack if he had seen any trace of the lion’s footprints or knew where the lion resided. The man replied, “Yes, I will bring you to him right now.” The hunter’s pulse rose. He grew pale and faint, shook his head and squeaked, “No, thank you. It is only his tracks I’m looking for, not the lion himself.”