On a high country New Zealand farm, the farmer is checking his flock. Suddenly, with a lot of noise and a cloud of dust, a helicopter lands next to him. Out jumps a city slicker, suit, tie, laptop under his arm, runs up to the farmer and says: "I bet you that I can tell you within 60 seconds exactly how many sheep you have in this paddock. If I am right, I get a sheep!" The farmer looks across the landscape. The paddock is several square kilometers, high hills, gullies, really rough country. "No way", he thinks, and out loud to the city slicker: "Okay, boy, you're on!" The guy opens his laptop, establishes a satellite link, gets a satellite picture, puts it through a recognition matrix, and after 55 seconds triumphantly says: "You, sir, have exactly 392 sheep in this paddock." The farmer scratches his head, but he has to admit the guy is right, so the city slicker tucks an animal under his arm and heads for the helicopter. "Whoa, boy, not so fast. You must give me a chance to get even. I bet you that I can tell you exactly what profession you have. If I am right, I get my animal back." "No way", thinks now the city slicker, and agrees. "You, boy, are a business consultant", says the farmer. Totally perplexed, the guy asks: "How did you know?" "Well"' says the farmer, "You came without being asked, you didn't tell me anything I didn't already know, and you have no idea what my business really is, because - what you have under your arm is my dog!"