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BACK COVER ABOUT THE AUTHOR
AND ILLUSTRATOR Bobby Gombert is a humorous illustrator and product developer for both corporate and commercial communications. His illustrations have appeared in books, greeting cards, ads, and award-winning political cartoons. He lives in Houston, Texas, with his wife Liana. Learn more about Design G productions at www.bobbygombert.com. EXCERPTS Among lemmings, this behavior is considered normal. Take, for example, the annual "Great Lemming JumpFest." Rarely witnessed by scientists, this eagerly anticipated event features dancing, barbecue, and Elvis impersonations, and culminates in the "Big Leap." Lemmings never think about why they jump off cliffs. They just do it. Emmy the lemming grew up with a bunch of other lemmings among the rubber trees and crabgrass, just a few miles from the edge of a cliff. These days were filled with laughter and joy. But as Emmy grew older, she, like all the others, began to feel the strange pull toward the edge of the cliff. All the other lemmings chattered excitedly about the coming JumpFest, and many of Emmy's young friends were even planning to participate this year. But Emmy was troubled. One day, she decided to talk with her friends about the Big Leap. "Why do we jump off the cliff?" Emmy asked them. "What do you mean, why? We're lemmings. That's what we're supposed to do, silly!" her friends answered. But Emmy wasn't satisfied. The next day, she went to speak with the wise elders of the herd. "Good morning, young lady," said the wise elders. "What may we do for you?" "I came to find out why lemmings jump off the cliff," Emmy replied. "Why, that's a mighty big question for such a little lemming," said one, peering over his glasses at her. "Do you have a problem with jumping off the cliff?" "I don't know. But maybe I'd feel better about it if I just knew why we did itor why we do anything, for that matter." The elders nodded their furry little heads. "We understand your concern," they said. "That's why we have flown in a high-priced management consultant, Hans, to help us write a purpose statement for all of the lemmings. Hereread it yourself," they said, handing her a neatly type-set piece of paper. It said: "The Lemming Purpose Statement: Our purpose is to be value-added lemmings pursuing maximization, implementation, utilization, and blah-blah-blah-ization of total quality, excellence, win/win customer service, continual improvement, et cetera, et cetera. But mainly it's to jump off the cliff." "There," grinned Hans as he handed his bill to the elders. "Now, no more of this running about asking questions." Poor little Emmy left feeling more troubled than ever.
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