One day, Chieftain Buroogu called together all the elders. They met in a clearing not far from the huts. “I need your advice,” he said. “I see neither opportunities nor threats facing us, and so I wonder whether I am missing anything of importance.” The elders kept mum. “Why are you so quiet?” he asked after a while. “Every opportunity is a threat,” said one of the elders quietly, “and every threat is an opportunity.” Some of the elders laughed, but they still kept quiet. “Don’t tell me that there is nothing you can tell me,” Buroogu frowned at some point. “Chief,” cleared his throat one of the elders, “we are lucky that there are neither opportunities nor threats facing us at this time.” All the elders nodded. “Perhaps the only threat you face yourself is that you have given us an opportunity to speak our minds,” chimed in the eldest among the elders at last. Everyone looked toward him. “Mind you,” he continued in mock seriousness, “you’re wasting our precious time!” Everyone laughed, and Buroogu called the meeting closed.