How did I forget about this one:
Once upon a time there lived a village of creatures known as Trids. The Trids were a simple folk, building everything by hand, having no electricity or plumbing…essentially all their water came from a hand dug well in the center of the village.
Then one day the well ran dry and the Trids began the process of digging a new well. However, in the meantime they still needed water, and the best way for them to get it was to take a small path leading to a bridge over a deep canyon, cross into the neighboring village and draw buckets of water from their many natural springs. Every day at the crack of dawn, all the Trids in the village would grab buckets and march in a single file line down the path, across the bridge and into the neighboring village, filling their buckets and returning home.
But one day, they ran into a huge snag. All the activity had awoken a hibernating troll who lived under the bridge, and the Troll came out to guard the bridge. As the Trids would attempt to cross, the Troll would kick them back into their village. Eventually, after each Trid had been kicked several times, they all got fed up and headed back to their village.
They needed to act quickly, so they summoned the council of elders, a group of learned individuals including lawmakers, librarians, doctors, and religious leaders. The leaders were told of the Trids’ problem and they conferred about how to solve this issue. Then the council told the town of their plan. The Rabbi spoke, “As a man of God and a faithful servant to my flock, I am well respected, even by trolls, and I have a great deal of experience with speaking with all of God’s creatures and resolving conflicts. As such, tomorrow at dawn, I will accompany you all to the neighboring village, I will cross the bridge first, and the Troll will not dare block my progress.”
The Trids decided they had nothing to lose, so at dawn the next morning, the Trids gathered their buckets and marched single file behind the Rabbi to the bridge. The troll stood in the middle of the bridge as the Rabbi marched across. When the Rabbi reached the troll, the troll moved aside and allowed the Rabbi to pass. As the first Trid attempted to cross the bridge, and the troll moved back into the middle of the bridge and began to kick each of the Trids back to their village. The Rabbi watched this with fascination and decided to use his linguistic skills to get to the bottom of the situation.
The Rabbi approached the troll and asked him, “Mr. Troll, why would you allow me, a humble Rabbi to pass over this bridge without kicking me, while the peace loving Trids are not granted the same courtesy?”
To which the troll replied, “Silly Rabbi, kicks are for Trids.”