Once there were an ant and a centipede living in the same house, and the centipede was continually chasing the ant around, meaning to eat it for dinner. (Centipedes are quite vicious, you know. And fast, too.)
Up and down, back and forth, the chase went on, under the sofa, across the living room, behind the bed, around the garbage pail, day after day after day after day….until one day the ant found himself looking down on the centipede from the safety of a high table.
And then the ant had an inspiration.
“Hey! Yo! Up here, ya dummy! Yeah, right up above you!”
The centipede looked up.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you a question, but with all this running around, I never got a chance.”
“What?”, said the centipede.
“You’re real fast with all those legs and all, I know, but I often find myself wondering, as I hide beneath the rug or under the bread basket….WHICH LEG DO YOU MOVE FIRST?”
And the centipede never moved again.