Ol' Bowser the dog was watching the chickens when he was accosted by a bunch of foxes.

    "Say, Ol' Bowser," said the foxes. "We don't have to be enemies.  We're having a little trouble getting at the chickens, what with the fence and the farmer's shotgun and all.  If you help us get some chickens, you can have some, too.  What do you say?"

    Well, Ol' Bowser had a taste for chickens himself, so he cut a deal.  The next day, he went to talk to the farmer.

    "Farmer," said Ol' Bowser, "I think you ought to take down the fence around the chicken yard."

    "I don't know about that," said the farmer.  "What about the foxes?"

    "Oh, you've got the foxes all wrong," said Ol' Bowser.  "They don't eat chickens at all.  They're vegetarians!  Not only that, but they can help me look after the chickens.  In fact, they can take
better care of the chickens than I ever could.  But they can't help if you don't take down the fence."

    "Well," said the farmer, " it took me a long time and a lot of expense to get that fence up, but if you say so, I'll take it down.  But I'll keep the shotgun handy, just in case."

    "Oh, no no no no no," said Ol' Bowser.  "You won't be needing that.  It'll just scare the foxes."

    So, the farmer took down the fence and sold his shotgun, and Ol' Bowser and the foxes feasted on chicken till their guts busted.

    Then, one day, the farmer was taking a walk and tripped over a dead, bloated fox.  The fox's mouth was still full of chicken feathers.

    "Why, this fox has been into the chickens!" cried the farmer, shocked. "Ol' Bowser, I want you to get to the bottom of this immediately!"

So, we want Congress to unravel the Enron scandal?