| My
fable is: It is the middle
of the night, in the middle of the countryside, through which the road
runs. A horse is coming down the road and he meets a bear.
"It seems as if a storm is brewing. We
do not have long", the wise horse warned.
"You fool, I see no storm whatsoever.
Must you fetch your glasses", the pig-headed
bear teased.
All of a sudden, a storm breaks out
with huge displays of lightning, thunder, and
rain. The thunder boomed and broke the silence of the pitch-black night.
The lightning attacked the land and lit up the forest. The rain showed
no mercy and soaked everything in its grasp. There was beauty and
disaster, glory and terror, as the thunder cracked and the lightning
replied.
"We must be on our way, leave at once!
I warned you and you ignored me, now look at the price which we both
must pay", cried the horse.
"I remember no such thing! And what is
a small breeze or a light drizzle to someone as strong as I? Go, scurry
away like a coward, but I shall remain, for I am a warrior!",
replied the bear.
"Oh, please
Mighty Bear, let us leave this place. No one will hold this against you",
the horse exclaimed.
But the stubborn bear simply turned
and embraced the storm. Sighing, the horse galloped off to a safe
distance while the poor bear, who had too much pride and could not admit
his mistake, was struck by lightning. |