Two Fables and a Story by Glenn D. Hayes

The whole is greater … a rabbit’s story

The smoking stone

Go to the Ant

(Two Fables)

The whole is greater … a rabbit’s story

One fine summer evening, a rabbit was enjoying a tasty meal in a field filled with wild berries when a shifting wind brought a scent of danger. The rabbit heard a nearby twig snap and saw a wolf spring from behind a large bush.

The rabbit hopped quickly away, dodging this way and that. It zigzagged around bushes, trees, and rocks with the wolf’s fangs snapping close behind. Luckily, the rabbit darted into a hole and narrowly escaped. He was troubled not only by his close call, but also by a bothersome argument:

The rabbit’s nose boasted, “Lucky for the rest of you I picked up the wolf’s scent!”

“So what!” his ears said. “A scent can come from anywhere. I heard the twig snap and warned everyone that the wolf was close.”

“Big deal!” his eyes jeered. “I saw the wolf come from behind the bush. If not for me, you wouldn’t know where to hop!”

“Hop!” his legs exclaimed. “My dodging and zigzagging skills got us here!”

“Harrumph!” his brain interrupted. “Without me none of you would be able to do anything!”

“Your thoughts would be no more than a hope and a prayer without us!” the legs argued.

“Ah … excuse me,” the lowly tail said, meekly. “I was rooting for all of you.” Normally, he’d remain quiet during these boastful battles. “I was the one closest to the wolf. I could feel the blow of its breath and the brush of its fangs.”

The rabbit trembled, his eyes widened, and his nose twitched. “I’ve never wriggled so often or so fast in all my life!”

The tail stood tall. “Don’t you see? If any of us had failed, the wolf would have us now.”

“By golly, he’s right!” the brain exclaimed.

“We’re all important to the rabbit!”

“Too bad it took a wolf to show us how foolish and prideful we’ve been,” the eyes said, looking downcast.

“Still,” the brain beamed, "we were magnificent out there!”

“Hurray for us all!” the nose blared. They all cheered.

“I don’t know about the rest of you,” the legs yawned, “but I’m tired!”

“So are we!” the others agreed.

Now calm, the rabbit lay down and took a well-deserved nap.

~ Unity comes when vanity goes

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The smoking stone

Several learned-looking men were studying a massive round stone that protruded from the base of a hill. A wisp of smoke spiraled through a hole in the top. The men had never seen anything like it before and were trying to determine the nature of this strange, new discovery. They scraped and tapped the smoking stone. They measured it and jotted notes, and they analyzed and compared it to other rocks. One of the men climbed above, put his face near the smoke and announced the odor was indistinguishable.

At that, the leader of the group excitedly proclaimed, “Gentlemen, though we have more work to do, I think we are on the verge of introducing a new specimen to the world!”

As the men joyously congratulated each other, a friendly common fellow entered their triumphant circle and asked, “May I help you?”

One of the men responded condescendingly, “What university did you attend?”

Another one, obviously annoyed, asked, “Are you a geologist?”

Finally, the leader of the group said, dismissively, “Obviously, you are not qualified.”

The jovial fellow responded, “I might not be as smart as you, but this is where I live.” He patted his stomach, “And judging by the aroma from the chimney, my stew is ready!” He mirthfully dangled and jangled a key ring, walked to a door at the side of the hill, and waved grandly to the stunned men before entering his home.

~ Great discoveries are not easily found.

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(and a Story)
Go to the Ant

A father entered his son’s room and noticed the boy lying on the bed playing a video game. “Why aren’t you working on your summer homework packet?” he asked.

“No rush,” his son replied. “I still have a few days before school starts.”

The father shook his head and admonished, “Go to the ant, you sluggard, consider its ways and be wise.”

“That was deep, dad,” the son said, not looking up.

Frustrated, the father left the room.

Strangely, his father’s remark intrigued him. He put down the gaming device, rose from his bed, and went outside to observe ants. He didn’t have far to go, for his home was near a local park with a picnic area where one could easily find ants.

As luck would have it, he arrived at the site and squatted over two ant armies in the throes of a fierce battle over crumbs. Mangled ant bodies littered the ground as each side tried to carry bits of crumb back to their respective colonies. The boy watched the battlefield carnage for a while until he had seen enough, then he went back home.

Later, his father entered the room again to check on the homework progress and saw his son lying on the bed playing a video game. “Still haven’t started?” he asked.

The son looked up and said, “I considered the ways of ants like you said, and I learned a very important life lesson.”

“You did?” his father asked, incredulously. “And what did you learn?”

“Don’t kill yourself, if all you’re going to get are a few crumbs.”

~ Often, seeds of wisdom fail to take root in the infertile soil of youth.

Copyright by Glenn D. Hayes

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