The Moral of the Story...

Armless dogs manipulated robotic rats with little squirt-guns filled and stuffed with C-4 explosives. Little chickadees cried because why would rats disintegrate so suddenly? I put my finger-wrapped bacon on the Communist bird-feeder speckled with little rats' babies' pellets. Surprisingly, the Calvinist caterpillars, a.k.a. "tenured men," were eating C-4. Nearby, armless dogs devoured little nubs of finger-wrapped bacon. Of course, pellets taste disgusting and chickadees prefer either Calvinist caterpillars or Communist dictators. Courageously jiggling, baby chickadee realized without C-4, their chances diminished greatly. Alas, angry and illuminated, the armless dogs crumbled under intense miscommunication!


What is the moral of the story?