I grew up in a time when( using the earlier thread analogy) lions
(PartsPlace) routinely ate baby zebras (Melissas' or her male brothers)
crossing their watering hole(place of business) was maybe more expected.
Female zebras learned to seek advice from the male zebras, who were more
frequently mauled, for the safest crossing.
 I once earned my portion of meat as a salesman for a Porsche-Audi-VW
dealership where many zebras gathered.The head lion was always hungry and
demanded much meat if we were to remain in the pride and eat. We learned not
to maul too much so that the zebras would return when their wounds had
healed. Curiously I once also once worked at a Jaguar Restoration shop for a
well known lion where the fattest zebras lined up to be eaten, considered it
a privilege, and bragged to the herd how much meat they lost.
The point is: It's a jungle out there and the zebra didn't seek advice from
the herd in the 11th hour before crossing. Gain counsel from the raven and
take it to the wise old owl.