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Edited on Wed Feb-20-08 08:21 AM by tomreedtoon
He was right up to the point where the donkey starved to death, but he blew the whole ball game when he dragged God into it.
Fables don't involve divine intervention. They are supposed to illustrate that the laws of the universe - God's laws, if you are a believer - work in certain ways. God intervening and getting all Old Testament on the elephant is just like the right-wing evangelicals damning all gays to Hell.
It would have been better ended like this:
The elephant went to the stores of grass he had stolen from the donkey. Except he found it was all gone.
"What has happened to all the grass I legitimately stole from the donkey?" he wailed. Then the elephant saw a great number of cockroaches swarming across the parched, dry land of the forest.
"Thanks a lot," the voices of the cockroaches said in unison. "We have re-invested all your grass in derivatives and financial byproducts! Now we return to our home in Saudi Arabia! Allah thanks you, effendi!"
And the elephant could only watch as the rapidly-scurrying roaches high-tailed it to their Eastern fiefdoms, as he felt the first of many hunger pangs that would grow and grow until he died.
The End.
On edit: Fixed a missing "f" in the title. Aside from that, what do you guys think? An I a bigger Aesop-hole than the original writer, or what?
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