posted on April 22, 2001 08:59:05 PM
Anyone got any moral stories? Here's one that I've had to modify.
IF YOU ARE UNHAPPY
Once upon a time, there was a nonconforming sparrow who decided not to fly south for the winter.
However, soon the weather turned so cold that he reluctantly started to fly south. In a short time, ice began to form on his wings and he fell to the earth into a barnyard, almost frozen.
A cow passed by and crapped on the little sparrow. The sparrow thought it was the end. But, the manure warmed him and defrosted his wings.
Warm and happy, able to breathe, he started to sing. Just then, a large cat came by and hearing the chirping, investigated the sounds.
The cat cleared away the manure, found the chirping sparrow and promptly ate him.
THE MORAL OF THE STORY:
(1) Everyone who sh_ts on you, is not necessarily an enemy.
(2) Everyone who gets you out of the sh_t is not necessarily your friend.
(3) And, if your're warm and happy in a pile of sh_t, keep your mouth shut.
posted on April 22, 2001 09:08:26 PM
Ahhh yes....a story with a moral...sounds good to me, unfortunately I can't think of one right now...but I will ponder it.
posted on April 22, 2001 09:17:40 PM
By jove I've got one...
A group of friars from a local Abbey ran short of money to pay for
their new belltower. So being self sufficient they decided to open
a florist shop....their business took off. It seems that the local
folk liked buying their flowers from the holy men.
However, on the other side of town a florsit who had been in business
for years was doing terribly due to the competition. He found out that
the bell tower was more than paid for...so he approached the friars and
asked it they would close up shop since they had accomplished their
mission. They flatly refused....it seems they liked bringing in a lot of
money and planned to do a lot for the Abbey with their new found revenue.
The local florist begged and pleaded, he even asked his mother to talk to
them. No luck they would not budge. So the local florist hired the meanest
thug in town to tell them to shut down or he would wreck their shop and do
them considerable persnal harm. His name....Hugh McTavish!!
McTavish approached the friars and laid it on the line....they still refused, so
he whupped them, broke windows, furniture and just generally trashed the place.
At which point the friars closed shop and retreated to the monastary..
posted on April 22, 2001 10:16:40 PM
One day, in a peaceful forest, a fly buzzed over a stream.
In the stream, a salmon was swimming, and it looked up and saw the fly. It thought to itself, "If that fly would drop down about a half an inch, I'd be able to jump up, catch it, and I'd have myself something to eat."
Alongside the stream, a bear was standing. The bear looked at the fly, and thought to itself, "If that fly would drop down about a half an inch, that salmon would jump up to catch it, and I could jump out, snag that salmon, and I'd have myself something to eat."
Across the stream, up a steep slope, a hunter was hidden in the brush. The hunter looked at the fly, and thought to himself, "If that fly would drop down about a half an inch, that salmon would jump up to catch it, the bear would jump up to catch the salmon, and I could jump up, shoot the bear, and I'd have myself a new trophy."
Hidden in the grass behind the hunter was a mouse. The mouse looked at the fly, and thought to itself, "If that fly would drop down about a half an inch, the salmon would jump up to catch it, the bear would jump up to catch the salmon, the hunter would jump up to shoot the bear, the sandwich in the
hunter's pocket would fall out, and I'd have myself something to eat."
A bit higher up the slope, on a jutting rock, sat a pussy cat. The pussy cat looked down at the fly, and thought to itself, "If that fly would drop down about a half an inch, the salmon would jump up to catch it, the bear would jump up to catch the salmon, the hunter would jump up to shoot the bear, the sandwich in the hunter's pocket would fall out, the mouse would hop over to get the sandwich, I could leap down on it, and I'd have myself something to eat."
At that moment, the fly dropped down about a half an inch. The salmon leapt up and caught the fly, the bear leapt out and snagged the salmon, the hunter jumped up and shot the bear, the mouse hopped out and started to eat the hunter's sandwich, and the pussy cat leapt down to catch the mouse...but it missed. It rolled down the slope, and fell into the stream.
The Moral of the Story: A lot of things have to happen for a pussy to get wet.
posted on April 23, 2001 06:14:40 AM
A king once lived in a beautiful glass palace. His ancestors had always been fair minded folks, knowing that it was only an accident of birth that allowed them to rule over other people. But this king thought he was above it all, and in order to show his subjects this even more, he ordered that his throne be moved to the highest room in the palace.
The throne was very heavy, and four men toiled many hours to get that throne up to the highest room.
The king climbed the stairs, thinking, "Now there will be no doubt that I am the highest of the the high in all the land!"
The king arrived at the top floor and sat smugly on his throne. The added weight crashed him and the throne through the floor and all the floors beneath, finally crashing to the bottom and leading to the king's demise.
Moral: People who live in glass houses shouldn't stow thrones.
posted on April 23, 2001 06:19:41 PM
Here's a "Little Johnny" one...and YES it has a moral....
Little Johnny was asked to tell the class a story with a moral, and this was it...
"Back in WWII, my old man was in the infantry...he was pinned down in a fox hole , seperated from his unit, and surrounded by Nazis.
So, he took loaded his gun, took a swig of whiskey, popped up and shot a German soldier, took another swig, and nailed another one...swig shoot swig shoot, until he had killed the entire group surrounding him"
The teacher asked what the moral was...Johnny's response
"Don't %&*^ with my old man when he's been drinkin'"
Keith
I assume full responsibility for my actions, except
the ones that are someone else's fault.
posted on April 24, 2001 01:38:48 AM
I rememebr this one from a book I read as a kid -- reading morals even at that age:
In ancient Greece, in the countryside lived an old couple in a poor cottage next to the trail that lead down into the valley below where the other people lived. Their meager food consisted of old bread, low-quality cheese, grapes that had turned sour, and diluted wine. But they were happy.
Late one afternoon at dusk two strangers came walking up the path by the poor couple's cottage. The husband was outside and saw the two strangers and went to welcome them. He ushered them into the house and sat them down and bathed their feet in water as was the custom of those times as hospitality. The husband got a closer look at them. One was a youth whose metal hat had wings upon it and the other was a tall old man with a long white beard. Such an odd pair of traveling companions, he thought.
The wife offered to share their food, such as it was and apologized for it's poor quality to the strangers. The old man lifted a loaf of old bread and said that there was nothing wrong with the bread. Indeed, as the old man looked at the loaf, it seemed fresh and new. When offering the guests their poor cheese, the young man stated how flavorful it was and the wife looked and saw that the cheese had grown in size with richness within! And the grapes, before they could apologize for those were now large, fat, and full of sweet juices! And the husband went to the jug of wine and indeed, it too had grown in flavor and depth. Yet, so as not to embarrass their guests with these odd co-incidences and the lateness of the hour, they offered the strangers their bed as it was the only bedding in their poor cottage. They, themselves would have to sleep on the cold floor.
Then late at night came a powerful storm! The winds blew and rain fell in sheets that could fill lakes! Lightning and storming such as the old couple had never seen, yet their cottage was not touched in the least. They closed their eyes and tried to sleep until the morning.
In the morning, the guests came out and stretched and complimented the couple upon such a fine sleep that they had. Seeing as how everything else was going, they decided not to ask about the quality of the rest that they had. With this, and the leftovers from the food, the travelers were ready to be on their way. The old couple walked them out to the road and then they looked down into the valley. But it was a valley no longer! Instead, it was filled with water and here and there fish were leaping about! Such wonderment the couple could no longer contain and wondered aloud about the people who had lived in that valley.
The old man who traveled with the young man with the winged helmet said, "Yesterday we walked though that village as the two strangers that you see us now. Instead of offering us the comfort of their fine town, they set the dogs on us, and small children through rocks at us as the adults shouted obscenities at us. Today, they are fish and swim in the lake, as I am Zeus, Father of the Gods and this is Mercury, winged messenger. You showed us great hospitality, even though you could least afford it. Behold now! Your home is a mansion, your vineyards are as rich as the soil that they grow in, your wine is blessed by the Gods! "
The old couple turned around and indeed it was so.
