The bull and his herd mostly ignored the jackrabbit who sometimes also grazed on the meadow.  They would not turn aside from him, however, so he sometimes had to scamper out of their way.  He resented having to move.  “They should move away from me,” he thought, “I consume less and am closer to the earth.”

One day the jack-rabbit began the unnatural practice of digging burrows in the field.  They gave  him a refuge so he did not have to get out of the way.  Best of all, the inconvenienced the cattle and even caused one cow to break her leg and be put down.  He was delighted with the outcome, though he was also sure that it was not his fault.

The bull in particular became quite angry about the jackrabbit’s burrows.  Though the bull never did any real damage to the agile creature, the jackrabbit still took the scorn personally.  Brooding on these wrongs, as he supposed, he quite naturally fell in with the coyote, who also had angered the bull with his sneaking ways and nips at calves.

The parrots also soon took up the cause of the coyote and the jackrabbit.  All over the fields and the meadows, they squawked that the bull had an unreasoning hatred for the coyote and the jackrabbit.  “Why,” they said, “the bull’s anger has gone so far that it has even led to coyote nips at calves and dangerous jackrabbit burrows.  The bull is dangerous.”

One day the coyote killed the jackrabbit and devoured him.

And the parrots squawked louder.  They said the bull had caused the jackrabbit’s death, after one fashion or another.  “The bull hated the jackrabbit.  The jackrabbit was killed hatefully,” they said.

When a hound, sniffing the remains, said the scene smelled of coyote to him, the parrots flew around him beating his face angrily.  The coyote was friends to the jackrabbit, they said, and equally  hated by the bull.  And besides, when killing the jackrabbit, they said, the coyote was acting like a bull.

Moral of the story: The media and memes talk nonsense.