A feeble and cowardly hunter searched for the tracks of a lion. The hunter crossed a worn-down overpass 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 heartbeat rose. He grew pallid and dizzy, shook his head and squeaked, “No, thank you. It is only his tracks I’m looking for, not the lion himself.”