fables with morals (pick a lesson)

i promised chapter one of my previous post this week but…..lets leave it till the next. i have here something just as good. this are tale though fictitious, some we heard as kids but reading them again now did i truly appreciate the message they intend o pass. so pick a lesson and have a blessed weekend.


The Cock and the Pearl
A cock was once strutting up and down the farmyard among the hens when suddenly he espied something shinning amid the straw. “Ho! ho!” quoth he, “that’s for me,” and soon rooted it out from beneath the straw. What did it turn out to be but a Pearl that by some chance had been lost in the yard? “You may be a treasure,” quoth Master Cock, “to men that prize you, but for me I would rather have a single barley-corn than a peck of pearls.” Precious things are for those that can prize them.

The Lion’s Share
The Lion went once a-hunting along with the Fox, the Jackal, and the Wolf. They hunted and they hunted till at last they surprised a Stag, and soon took its life. Then came the question how the spoil should be divided. “Quarter me this Stag,” roared the Lion; so the other animals skinned it and cut it into four parts. Then the Lion took his stand in front of the carcass and pronounced judgment: The first quarter is for me in my capacity as King of Beasts; the second is mine as arbiter; another share comes to me for my part in the chase; and as for the fourth quarter, well, as for that, I should like to see which of you will dare to lay a paw upon it.” “Humph,” grumbled the Fox as he walked away with his tail between his legs; but he spoke in a low growl .”You may share the labours of the great, but you will not share the spoil.”

The Wolf and the Crane
A Wolf had been gorging on an animal he had killed, when suddenly a small bone in the meat stuck in his throat and he could not swallow it. He soon felt terrible pain in his throat, and ran up and down groaning and groaning and seeking for something to relieve the pain. He tried to induce every one he met to remove the bone. “I would give anything,” said he, “if you would take it out.” At last the Crane agreed to try, and told the Wolf to lie on his side and open his jaws as wide as he could. Then the Crane put its long neck down the Wolf’s throat, and with its beak loosened the bone, till at last it got it out. “Will you kindly give me the reward you promised?” said the Crane. The Wolf grinned and showed his teeth and said: “Be content. You have put your head inside a Wolf’s mouth and taken it out again in safety; that ought to be reward enough for you.” Gratitude and greed go not together.

The Fox and the Crow
A Fox once saw a Crow fly off with a piece of cheese in its beak and settle on a branch of a tree. “That’s for me, as I am a Fox,” said Master Reynard, and he walked up to the foot of the tree. “Good-day, Mistress Crow,” he cried. “How well you are looking to-day: how glossy your feathers; how bright your eye. I feel sure your voice must surpass that of other birds, just as your figure does; let me hear but one song from you that I may greet you as the Queen of Birds.” The Crow lifted up her head and began to caw her best, but the moment she opened her mouth the piece of cheese fell to the ground, only to be snapped up by Master Fox. “That will do,” said he. “That was all I wanted. In exchange for your cheese I will give you a piece of advice for the future .”Do not trust flatterers.”

The Hares and the Frogs
The Hares were so persecuted by the other beasts, they did not know where to go. As soon as they saw a single animal approach them, off they used to run. One day they saw a troop of wild Horses stampeding about, and in quite a panic all the Hares scuttled off to a lake hard by, determined to drown themselves rather than live in such a continual state of fear. But just as they got near the bank of the lake, a troop of Frogs, frightened in their turn by the approach of the Hares scuttled off, and jumped into the water. “Truly,” said one of the Hares, “things are not so bad as they seem: “There is always someone worse off than yourself.”

culled up from aesop fable

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chronicles of a broken heart

okay, i’ve been away for a while through no fault of mine…yes i stand by the first 12 words. i was heart broken, depressed, sad, not suicidal, murderous but DID NOT kill anyone i’m aware of but the healing process has started and for the next few posts i’ll be sharing some true-life fiction diluted story. anyway my brother friend L.Adris would also help in these series titled “chronicles of a broken heart” tomorrow’s friday but who cares? ….. like the saying goes “whatsafriday?”  SO HERE IT GOES…………..

PROLOGUE

When i said i loved you did i really know what i was saying? did i really know what that word meant? To love? i’m sure it just slipped off my tongue. But did i really mean it? Did i say what i meant and mean what i said. Would i at first instance see you and with excitement rushing down my spine call you a part of me or would i put you in front of a firing squad at the first sight of trouble? Would i love u regardless, when we are old but have never had the joy of child birth and use my love for you as fuel for my faith? or would i deny you just to save my life or cheat on you because i know you’ll do same? Would i fall desperately in love with you at the first sight of your beauty that literally draws me to you like ant to honey, and love u till our old age, or allow my sentiments of how perfect you are in my minds eye push me away? Would i love u so much that 14 years of work becomes 2 weeks in my eyes because i would be willing to do ANYTHING because i LOVE U!
Would my love still burn with the same intensity it did even when you leave me and our children in other to go pursue your sinful passion in life? Even though it hurts not only my reputation but also the sanctity of our union? Would i pick you up from your filth and wash you with my own hands and adorn u with robes made of gold and diamond accessories.
Would i be able to do anything to save you but still have the decency to know that my love for you would never allow me to hurt you or the one whose love you  left me for? To respect you as a woman?
Would my love for you be such to make me believe any strange story you tell and and run with your dreams, missions and ambitions rather than making you a public shame in the eyes of many. Because if not love, what would cause me to believe your lies,your deceit.. Would my love for you make me a better man to stand up to you when you bring a bad idea? Would my love for you lead me to a vicious battle of love and hate. Till eventually my love breaks my hate,despise and disgust. Would my love lead me to lay my life for you knowing that one day you’d love me even though u keep spitting on my face? IS IT LOVE i feel or I’m i going crazy with infatuations?   …… For so long i have been the bigger man in all this but no more… i’m no more willing to let love lead.

CHAPRTER ONE

to be continued…….