Four people want to conquer a walled city.
Three are successful.
One is not.
The choleric sets up his battering ram and hammers away day and night.
The sanguine woos his way into the city with conversation, confetti, and concert music.
The melancholy loses a year of sleep engineering a tunnel underneath the city.
And the phlegmatic lingers along the wall feeling for a soft spot.
And if he doesn’t find one…
he takes a nap.
I’m the phlegmatic. You?