In the past, we would tell the story of the Stag and the Grasshopper. One day the proud Stag was walking along and heard a little noise, when he looked down he saw the small Grasshopper and noticed he was most angry.
“You almost stepped on me!” Said the Grasshopper.
“Your so small I couldn’t see you!” Said the Stag, “Truly, I couldn’t tell the difference between you and the leaves, but you had to have heard or seen me coming.”
“Are you kidding, by the time I saw you, you already on top of me! I can’t see that far over the leaves!” Retorted the Grasshopper.
“Relax, you have it easy. You are not hunted like I am nor do you have such trouble hiding. At your size you can hide under a leaf and not be bothered.” Said the proud Stag, feeling that he had made a valid point. The Grasshopper was very annoyed.
“You want to try being small?!” He said, and then a flurry of semi witch-craft, fairytale, sparkly, strange blue-green wind blowing, earth shattering random stuff happened and suddenly the Stag found himself staring into the eyes of the Grasshopper.
“Wow, that was interesting.” Said the Stag. Suddenly something crashed down on the once proud Stag, covering him in a smelly, sticky goo. The Stag looked at the Grasshopper who was laughing.
“What’s so funny!?” Exclaimed the Stag.
Moral of the story: The small guys get S*** on, and don’t F*** with magic Grasshoppers!
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