A very wealthy man is looking to purchase a completely unique pet . . . a pet no one else has, or ever will have . . . a one-of-a-kind pet . . . sui generis.

To this end, he walks into a pet store and asks if the proprieter has any such animal. The store owner says, "You are in luck! We have just received a "Rari" from the South American jungles. I will gladly sell it to you for a not-so-modest sum." The gentleman customer says, "A Rari? What is a Rari?" The owner replies," its a smallish furry animal, about the size of a hamster. Its unique in that all it does is eat and cuddle and make a sort of purring sound." The customer says, "OK. I'll take it." And he purchases the Rari.

Once at home, the gentleman finds the store owner's word to be accurate. The Rari cuddles and purrs and eats, and eats and purrs and cuddles, and purrs and eats and cuddles, and so on. The Rari never even poops. This, of course, leads to a huge problem. Because it nevers eliminates, it begins to grow, . . . and grow, . . . and GROW. And as it gets bigger, it's appetite increases proportionately. Soon, its eating more than a kennel full of St. Bernards and the very wealthy man is noticing a significant depletion of his pecuniary resources. He has to get rid of the Rari.

So, . . . he takes the Rari up to the top of a high cliff overlooking the city. He sets the Rari near the edge of the cliff and places a large rock immediately behind the Rari's butt. He then takes one end of a long pole that he brought with him over the rock and underneath the Rari. Just as the man is getting ready to push down on the free end of the pole, the Rari looks over his shoulder at the man with its great, liquid-brown eyes. Then the Rari looks over the edge of the cliff. Then the Rari looks back at the man and says," . . . . . . That's a long way to tip a Rari."