All posts filed under: Fables

The Telephone Pole and the Glove

There once was a telephone pole that stood on the edge of the sidwealk. It was a lonely pole, one that was in need of a friend. And every day that telephone pole waited hoping one day for that friend to come. Every day the telephone pole waited patiently, hoping for that friend to come. And just when it became too unbearable–for waiting for a friend for forever can truly be unerarable, a glove appeared on the curb next to it. the telephone pole looked on longingly, curious at how blue and fuzzy the glove was, and thought it was very cute because it was small enough for a little girl’s hand. The thought of a tiny friend made her smile. And for days, the two remained silent next to each other on that lonely curb, the telephone pole wanting to say hi but too afraid. And tho the thelephone pole felt it was being ignored, it knew that the day would one day come. And one day that day did come, tho it took …

The Dog That Never Barked

There once was a dog that never barked. And all was good. But once in a while the dog felt sad and lonely, especially on cold winter days when it was trapped in its master’s house, waiting to be let out. . And when that dog was sad it knew its master was gone away, and had no one to let it out just to relieve itself. But still it never barked. And tho the dog never barked, the poor lab knew it was dying just to get out for a day and to get away, and to have an adventure on its own. And still it never barked. But one day there was a chance for that dog to get its escape. Just as it waited by its masters front door, its bladder bursting to let free, a crack emerged as the owner opened the door to step in. And in that moment the dog sprang for freedom, past its owner’s leg and out into the wild that was the outdoors. And as its …

The Dog and the Yellow School Bus

The Dog and The Yellow School Bus   There once was a dog named Ghotti who was a mutt. And every day Ghotti would sit in his owner’s house on a couch waiting patiently for a yellow school bus to bring his owner home. And every day his owner came home at 3:30, except for today. For today was unusual, in that the yellow school bus never came. And tho Ghotti couldn’t read the clock on the wall, Ghotti knew the owner wasn’t coming home. And yet Ghotti sat on that couch with his nose to the open window patiently, his head turning now and then to the sound of car coming up the road, only to be disappointed every time it wasn’t the yellow school bus. And as the time passed by, Ghotti grew ever more anxious, patiently waiting for that yellow school bus to come. And as Ghotti waited, ever so patiently, the dog grew tired and sad, and thought to himself in a way that only dogs can, that his owner was …

the mouse and the cherub

The mouse and the cherub Once upon a time there was a little blue computer mouse with a circular button in its middle that could be twirled and flicked, and sometimes when no one was looking, even licked. And it was happy. And one day a naked little cherub flew down from the ceiling of a one story house and looked sadly upon the mouse and asked it a question: “Dear mouse, why do you only exist to be flicked and clicked and sometimes licked?” The mouse thought hard upon this for a moment and smiled and merely said, “Because that’s what I am designed for!” The cherub looked even sadder and got lost in a thought for a moment. After the pause was over the cherub asked another question: “But mouse, if that is all you were designed for, why do you yearn for so much more.” The mouse felt a ting upon its middle circular button and felt a stir of its body. The mouse shivered and responded: “But if I yearned for more, …

The Clawhammer and the Casket

There once was a casket that was nailed shut. It was filled with some cobwebs but that doesn’t matter. The casket was made of plywood and nailed in very hastily manner, almost as if it was afraid of something. Not that there was anything to be afraid of. And tho the casket was nailed shut with nails all along the edges, the truth was there was a clawhammer waiting just out of sight, patiently waiting to get its turn to not only pry the nails out, but to nail it shut it again. “Dear casket,” said the clawhammer, ever so sweetly. “Who is that?” the casket asked timidly. “Why who else would it be but the same clawhammer that was used to nail you shut.” “I thought you had left already,” the casket said. “And if I did but came back?” asked the clawhammer, doing its best to sound confident. “Then why did you nail me shut in the first place?” “Because that’s what I’m good for.” At this the casket felt a little more …

The Fox and the Rabbit and the Cookie

There once was a handsome fox lost in a forest and caught between a rabbit and a cookie, very aware that both were very delicious. Faced with the arduous task of having to choose which would be his dinner, he simply sat down and put his head between his paws. “Ah, Mr. Fox,” asked the now magical cookie, “why do you look so glum?” “Well you see,” replied the Fox, “I am torn between your delicious and chewy exterior and this rabbit that seems to have caught me in its gaze.” “And if my gaze was merely looking in your direction,” replied the rabbit. “Then I seem to have fallen for a trap.” “Ah,” the now wiser cookie said, “then I shall be thankful for I have no eyes.” “And yet you seem so delightful with your sugar burnt crust,” said the fox. “Ah, but sugar shall make this fox lazy and quiet and might allow the fox to get caught by the evil men of the world,” said the ever present rabbit. “And if that …