
The little girl, who had just opened her book, closed it slowly and said to the stranger, “What would you like to talk about?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” said the stranger. “How about nuclear power?” and he smiled.
“Okay,” she said. “That could be an interesting topic. But let me ask you a question first. A horse, a cow, and a deer all eat the same stuff – grass.
Yet a deer excretes little pellets while a cow turns out a flat patty, and horse produces clumps of pulverized grass. Why do you suppose that is?”
The stranger, visibly surprised by the little girl’s intelligence, thinks about it and says, “Hmmm, I have no idea.”
To which the little girl replies while she slowly reopens her book, “Do you really feel qualified to discuss nuclear power when you don’t know shit?
I got this image of Dakota Fanning and busted a gut -“a gut” as opposed to “my gut”; whomever belongs to that gut, my apology for abusing it.