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FUNCTION FOLLOWS FORM
Once upon a time, not so long ago and far away, there was a little car who was having all kinds of troubles. Whenever it drove along the city streets, it always got stuck against trees, and telephone and signal light poles. It would try its best to “rev-rev” its engine gathering the power to pull out of the jam. However, it could never pull itself free. People would stop and stare at the little car. Policemen would frown and say: “Not again!” The fire department would be called out to pull the little car out of its jam. Newspaper reporters came to take pictures so many times that it wasn’t news anymore. It seemed that the only place where the little car could drive was out along the wide open country roads or on those great shopping mall parking lots. So the little car gave up driving in the city and resigned itself to open country roads and wide parking…