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There was once a donkey that everyone regarded as worthless and one day, the donkey fell in a dry well. The farmers who resented it decided they would leave it there to die. 
 
After two days with no grass and no water they noticed the donkey had not died and in fact was bright eyed and looking up at the sky. One farmer suggested to the other that they bury the donkey by shoveling 200lbs of smelly fertilizer, heavy dirt and rock into the well. 
 
They used two shovels and threw all of the rock and dirt into the well. When they were almost done they realized that the donkey was standing beside them looking at them sweating over the well. 
 
Guess why? While they were shoveling their shit the donkey shook it off and allowed it to fall to its feet. The more they shoveled the higher the ground underneath became; allowing for a platform and foundation for the donkey to make it's move. 
 
So let them think you are stupid and underestimate you let them shovel their crap and make your move regardless. 
 
Let them sweat. You got this!

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