What role does anger play in a person's life? Some people will always lose themselves in the meanders of their frustrations, without ever discovering the source or the solution. Looking for a job and being denied access to the job market is the worst rejection a person can receive from society. Without a job, we are contemptuous of those desperately seeking love. It's the luxury of people with a recurring salary to be able to complain about being single, ugly, or whatever the trouble is in their romantic life; worse, it's people who are ill, who dare to be ill even though they have a job: how can life be so ungrateful and offer a job to people who don't even have the decency to be healthy. Not having a job is the worst possible evil. The need to earn a wage has supplanted physiological, security and even belonging needs; the desire to be retained by the employer is now stronger than eating, drinking, defecating, campaigning, seducing, living. Life is work; health is having a job. When someone loses their job, that's often where they end up: in an infernal spiral that the mind can do nothing about; only the magic of a fairy tale can dislodge it. Prelude to a fairy tale. Here it goes. Once upon a time, there lived a kinglet who reigned peacefully over his subjects because he never had anything to reproach himself for. His inner circle, including the council of ministers, as well as those most dear to him, were able to call him by friendly nicknames such as His Majesty Scotty, Your Excellency d'Alba or even His Grandissime. If he was a kinglet, it was not his body size that was the cause, but the modesty of his kingdom. Even so, His Majesty Scotty's views were broader than the horizon where his lands ended. Although he had nothing to reproach himself for, His Grandissime could not ignore in his heart of hearts that all was not so rosy in this rural universe. His most loyal servant was of an uncertain temperament and made him feel dependent on her, so that the loyal servant's expertise could be indispensable to him at any time. The kinglet suffered greatly from this, since he wasn't sure his feelings were right. Yes, he doubted himself, while consoling himself with the fact that he could count on this much-loved loyal servant. As his kingdom was not only pastoral but also enchanted, his subjects, like his inner circle, could take on both animal and human appearances, if humans were to be distinguished from animals. All the fauna known to this world could potentially be at the service of His Excellency d'Alba, which meant that everyone's earthly experience was free from any judgment on physical appearance. As chance would have it, the said loyal servant of His Grandissime took on the appearance of a fat cow. A beautiful fat cow, with bright red Louboutin heels. An unbelievably big and beautiful cow, ready to soar like a fine feather carried by the kingdom's breeze or break like an avalanche of debris after a violent storm. Oh how it made a big impression on the kingdom! That's why the kinglet found it hard to bear the beginnings of an inferiority complex in the face of such splendor. He even had to stifle a mixed feeling deep in his heart: what should he do with his fat cow in the event of an untimely dispute? Would he be up to the task? Whatever the case, it was incumbent on His Majesty Scotty to take the lead, to outwit his inner circle if he was to rule properly. He must, at all costs, free himself from a threat that is not yet conclusive, though in the making. It's his heart that speaks to him and tells him: "Scotty, be careful, you have to protect your people. Your role is to be benevolent". "Benevolence" was a strange word that his heart had just whispered to him.