Once, a fox was boasting to a cat.”So clever am I, I know hundreds of tricks! How many do you have?” asked Fox. the cat replied, “just one-but it is useful.” The Fox was going to say something, but changed her mind. Nevertheless, wolves came, Cat scrambled up a tree, and Fox died.
Once, a fox was boasting to a cat.”So clever am I, I know hundreds of tricks! How many do you have?” asked Fox. the cat replied, “just one-but it is useful.” “What! How much good can just one do, compared to hundreds?” exclaimed the fox. Wolves came, and Fox greeted them, telling Cat they were her friends. “Hello” said the wolves to Fox. “It is good to see you again, brothers.Shall we eat?” the wolves agreed. Cat, thinking of fish, agreed as well. The wolves killed the cat, and the fox and the wolves shared their meal.And that was one of fox’s tricks.
Once, a fox was boasting to a cat.”So clever am I, I know hundreds of tricks! How many do you have?” asked Fox. the cat replied, “just one-but it is useful.” “That is just as well,” said the fox,” for I can see what you cannot.” and the fox dashed away. “What! How conceited Fox must be,” said the cat, '' I must not deal with her again.” Wolves came, but the cat was so angry at the fox, that he only noticed when he was already being eaten.
Once, a fox was boasting to a cat.”So clever am I, I know hundreds of tricks! How many do you have?” asked Fox. Cat replied, “just one-but it is useful.” “What! How much good can just one do, compared to hundreds?” exclaimed the fox. Wolves came, and Fox had so many plans, Fox could not choose one, and froze in fear. The cat scrambled up a tree. “There. That is my trick.Very useful-wouldn’t you agree?” And the wolves killed the fox and ate it.
The soul has as its sextant the ribs opened wide, The heart its compass in fluid circuitous diatribe, When each to zone the geometry of Greek sky With its powdery fabulism of centaurs and jars From Aesop’s wine of words, the untimeliness Of sundials to Charybdis’s bloom of giant watery eyes.
To know oceans by the dry riverbed of my pulse, To scale only as high as the sparrow’s tomb of my heart.
Charybdis is one of two sea monsters (Scylla being the other) in Greek mythology. Aesop relayed this myth as well.
Once upon a time, a woman was picking up firewood. She came upon a poisonous snake frozen in the snow. She took the snake home and nursed it back to health. One day the snake bit her on the cheek. As she lay dying, she asked the snake, "Why have you done this to me?" And the snake answered, "Look, *****, you knew I was a snake."
Based on one of Aesop's fables. This was told by the old Indian to Mickey and Mallory while they were tripping ***** on shrooms. Aesop:"Did you not know that there is enmity and natural antipathy between your kind and mine? Did you not know that a serpent in the *****, a mouse in a bag and fire in a barn give their hosts an ill reward?"
Here's a story of the tortoise and the rabbit Petty fights were kind of a habit They couldn't decide who'd get the carrot And so they agreed on racing to the jungle pit.
The tortoise made some calls and told the press He said he's sure of winning the race The rabbit sneaked in and asked if he's ready for his pace The tortoise trashed back 'get ready to save your face'.
The race kicked off with much fan fare Friends of the tortoise were outnumbered by those of the hare The slow movin buddies were taken aback by the dare Some even shouted 'this aint fair'.
The rabbit took off and was out of sight, The tortoise could only take 2 steps which took all his might, He knew he can put up a fight If all that was planned just went right.
Miles behind but the tortoise didnt lose hope cursed his legs, wished everything were a downward ***** the rabbit on the way came across a pretty doe 'Come in boy' she said 'you could use a cuppa joe'.
The rabbit told her he was in a race, She said 'We dont have time, let's get to 3rd base' The tortoise skipped the route and to get ahead Took a bypass through the jungle maze.
The rabbit woke up from the one fine stand, The doe confessed she was part of a plan The tortoise could see the finish line ''More than the race, i wanna see the rabbit whine''
With a happy face, the rabbit left her crib Approached the finish line to welcome the press clicks And this is how the story was spun The glory was slow but a deceptive one
The tortoise laughed after the race was done Asked him 'how does it feel to be the slower one?' The rabbit said 'I must admit I had much fun' 'Procrastination is in my blood, if i get that I think I've won'
There is a point which Aesop missed Just calm down and go with the drift Take what comes with the roll of the dice As for the happy ending - the rabbit got it twice.
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