Posted on 03/25/2003 12:54:35 AM PST by Cato
I was recently sent a so-called reality fairy tale. I include it in its entirety below.
== A Reality Fairy Tale ==
A mouse looked through a crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife opening a package; what food might it contain? He was aghast to discover that it was a mouse trap! Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning, "There is a mouse trap in the house, there is a mouse trap in the house."
The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, "Mr. Mouse, I can tell you this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me; I cannot be bothered by it. "The mouse turned to the pig and told him, "There is a mouse trap in the house."
"I am so very sorry Mr. Mouse," sympathized the pig, "but there is nothing I can do about it but pray; be assured that you are in my prayers."
The mouse turned to the cow, who replied, "Like wow, Mr. Mouse, a mouse trap; am I in grave danger, Duh?"
So the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected to face the farmer's mouse trap alone.
That very night a sound was heard throughout the house, like the sound of a mouse trap catching its prey. The farmer's wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see that it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught. The snake bit the farmer's wife. The farmer rushed her to the hospital. She returned home with a fever. Now everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup's main ingredient.
His wife's sickness continued so that friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig. The farmer's wife did not get well, in fact, she died, and so many people came for her funeral the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide meat for all of them to eat.
So the next time you hear that someone is facing a problem and think that it does not concern you, remember that when the least of us is threatened, we are all at risk. And so it may be with Germany, France and Belgium one day...
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One reality fairy tale deserves another: Here's mine...
Once there was a tribe of Mice who were justly ruled by a council of the wisest and bravest among them: The Founding Mice. These wise and brave Mice had a strict rule: We will always mind our own business. We can trade corn for the lettuce of the Rabbits and the nuts of the Squirrels who live over the sea, but we will never, ever mix in their affairs.
The tribe of Mice lived on an Island which God had endowed with all the treasures of the Earth. The Mice could stretch forth their paws and have whatever their hearts desired. And the Mice went forth and shaped the Island to their wishes.
But as time went by, the wise and brave council passed away and their successors forgot the rules of the Founding Mice. They sent forth delegations of Mice to interfere in the affairs of the Rabbits and the Squirrels over the sea and attempted to convince them that they should live as all good Mice do.
And worst of all, they set one mouse above all others as King.
But a cruel and crafty Squirrel hated Mice and all their works. He sent forth warriors unto the land of the Mice where they wreaked great havoc. And the cries and lamentations of the Mice were heard throughout the world.
And the Rabbits and all good Squirrels wept with the Mice.
And the King of the Mice was wroth. He said "Bring me the head of the Squirrel who has wrought such evil on my kingdom!"
And the King's councilors searched far and wide, but the crafty, cruel Squirrel was nowhere to be found. "No matter," said the King of the Mice. "Bring me the head of any Squirrel, any Squirrel will do!"
And the King's councilors went forth and sent a great army against a tribe of Squirrels who lived in the Far East. And the great Mouse army crushed the Eastern Squirrels. The lamentation of their women and the cries of dying Squirrels were heard throughout the world.
And the cruel and crafty Squirrel laughed.
But the King and his councilors were not satisfied. Nor were their people.
One councilor whispered in the ear of the King: "Lo, my Ruler. There is yet another Squirrel who was the enemy of your father. We should conquer him and his people, then we can take the nuts they have gathered to feed all the Mice!"
And the King's councilors told the Mice: "The enemy of the King's father has brought this lamentation upon our heads." And the foolish Mice, forgetting all about the cruel and crafty Squirrel, believed the words of the King's councilors.
But Lo, the Rabbits were greatly angered. Not all Squirrels are evil, the Rabbits squealed, and that enraged the Mouse King.
The King's councilors whispered, "Ignore the ignoble Rabbits, my Lord!"
And he did.
He decreed that henceforth all Rabbit Lettuce would be called Mouse Lettuce and that any Mouse who dared to eat Rabbit Lettuce would be a traitor to all Mice.
The King thundered: "I will raise a great army and destroy all of the Squirrels, even to the last child, unless they submit and bow down to the Mice. And we will take the nuts of my father's enemy and feed them to my people!"
And so he did.
And the once blessed Island of the Mice became a place of desolation.
Mouse turned against Mouse. Parents turned against children and children turned against parents. Good Mice were accused of being secret Squirrels and thrown into the King's dungeons. The King set Mouse against Mouse and gave chosen Mice weapons denied ordinary Mice, with orders to seek out anyone suspected of being a secret Squirrel.
And the spirits of the Founding Mice looked down and wept. For they saw that their children were really no longer Mice; They had become Foxes, and all the good Rabbits and Squirrels of the world now hated and feared them.
And the cruel and crafty Squirrel laughed.
March 21, 2003
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I thought the Evil Squirrel attacked the Mouse King himself, not the mouse King's father. There's no mention of the Mouse King's father doing anything. This guy should at least read his work before publishing it.
The story doesn't mention that it was the rabbits that prevented the mice from finding and killing the squirrel in the first war. F*** the Rabbits!
How exactly did the mice's (mouses'?) land become desolate? this isn't really adequately expalined....
Wow, what a deep and thought-provoking soliloquy! (/sarcasm)
(Once)The tribe of Mice lived on an Island which "GOD had endowed with all the treasures of the Earth".
But as time went by, the wise and brave council passed away and their successors forgot the rules of the Founding Mice.
They sent forth delegations of Mice to interfere in the affairs of the Rabbits and the Squirrels over the sea and attempted to convince them that they should live as all good Mice do.
And worst of all, they set one mouse above all others as King.
And the once blessed Island of the Mice became a place of desolation.
The End
Darn, thanks for letting me in on the true meaaning of this bit of humor about squirrels and rabbits and mice.
It's humor about animals as I see it.
Has FR sunk so far that animal humor raises flags?
But as lomg as you bring it up, how about Bush's war. I think "The Leader" miscalculated about a nation's resolve to repel invaders even when they have a dispicable leader as AssSaddam. Maybe Nation States still hold appeal for many, NWO pipe dreams not with standing.
You have a good night and don't be so serious and there really isn't a monster under your bed but you check anyway. A good night's sleep is a precious commodity these days.
Take care,
CATO
Imperialism, even in the name of Peace or the UN,
Sucks as a NATIONAL Policy Of A FREE People,
CATO
WE will be sending over at least 150,000 more ground forces to Iraq over the next month and we will still be fighting this war in June. Watch and see.
The Enemy will be recieving reinforcements(informally of course) from several Islamic Nations, many from our so-called Islamic Allies.
Bush will also be a one term Leader, errrrr, President.
CATO
Said the Rats.
Is this supposed to be an allegory for something in the real world?
Take care,
CATO
CATO
Please give me a break.
CATO
Squeaked the Rats.
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