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The Little Baby Bird
A Thursday Prompt fable
© 2024 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: salvation
Once upon a time or so, there was a little baby bird that sat in his dry, warm nest in the branches of a tall tree. He was happy and well-fed by his parents.
One night, a violent storm broke out with high winds that lashed at the tree. A gust upended the nest, and the little baby bird fell out and landed with a thump on the cold, wet ground.
He didn’t like it.
“Cheep! Cheep! Cheep!” he cried, letting everyone know that he was unhappy.
A cow came over and poked her nose at the little baby bird. “I’ll save you,” she lowed, and she turned around and dropped a steaming hot cow pie on top of the little baby bird’s head. The cow then ambled off, because cows have other things to do.
The little baby bird poked his head up out of the cow pie. He was warm now, even cozy, but he still wasn’t happy.
“Cheep! Cheep! Cheep!” he cried.
A lean and rangy coyote loped over to the cow pie, and the little baby bird kept on crying. The coyote reached into the cow pie and pulled the little baby bird out. The coyote then carefully brushed off the little baby bird.
And ate him.
- The end –
Morals:
1. People who shit on you may be trying to help you.
2. People who pull you out of the shit may have their own motives.
3. When you’re up to your neck in shit, keep your mouth shut.
A Thursday Prompt fable
© 2024 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: salvation
Once upon a time or so, there was a little baby bird that sat in his dry, warm nest in the branches of a tall tree. He was happy and well-fed by his parents.
One night, a violent storm broke out with high winds that lashed at the tree. A gust upended the nest, and the little baby bird fell out and landed with a thump on the cold, wet ground.
He didn’t like it.
“Cheep! Cheep! Cheep!” he cried, letting everyone know that he was unhappy.
A cow came over and poked her nose at the little baby bird. “I’ll save you,” she lowed, and she turned around and dropped a steaming hot cow pie on top of the little baby bird’s head. The cow then ambled off, because cows have other things to do.
The little baby bird poked his head up out of the cow pie. He was warm now, even cozy, but he still wasn’t happy.
“Cheep! Cheep! Cheep!” he cried.
A lean and rangy coyote loped over to the cow pie, and the little baby bird kept on crying. The coyote reached into the cow pie and pulled the little baby bird out. The coyote then carefully brushed off the little baby bird.
And ate him.
- The end –
Morals:
1. People who shit on you may be trying to help you.
2. People who pull you out of the shit may have their own motives.
3. When you’re up to your neck in shit, keep your mouth shut.
Category Story / Fantasy
Species Avian (Other)
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File Size 32.7 kB
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My excuse for a tall tale has the same punch lines to the same old joke ...
Neal grinned before saying, “There’s a very old tale about a little bird almost freezing to death one winter. It was so cold that the bird’s legs went numb and he fell out of his tree. An old dairy cow just happened along and took a dump right where the bird had fallen. This defrosted the little bird and he was so happy to be warm again that he started to sing. Along came a feral cat that on hearing the birdsong in the dead of winter hunted down the little bird, dug him out of the cow patty, cleaned him up a bit, and then ate him. From this, we can learn three truths.”
There were several groans at Neal’s little story, and it was Zhanch that finally said, “And what three things do you learn?”
“Not every one that seems to be shitting on you is your enemy,” Neal told her. “Not every one that appears to be getting you out of shit is your friend. And when you find yourself buried chin deep in shit it’s usually not wise to sing about it …”
“So what are you going to do?” she asked.
“I’m going to take this load of shit I find myself stuck with, do a little repackaging, and then see if I can’t then sell this freshly bagged fertilizer to some other deserving idiot.”
Neal grinned before saying, “There’s a very old tale about a little bird almost freezing to death one winter. It was so cold that the bird’s legs went numb and he fell out of his tree. An old dairy cow just happened along and took a dump right where the bird had fallen. This defrosted the little bird and he was so happy to be warm again that he started to sing. Along came a feral cat that on hearing the birdsong in the dead of winter hunted down the little bird, dug him out of the cow patty, cleaned him up a bit, and then ate him. From this, we can learn three truths.”
There were several groans at Neal’s little story, and it was Zhanch that finally said, “And what three things do you learn?”
“Not every one that seems to be shitting on you is your enemy,” Neal told her. “Not every one that appears to be getting you out of shit is your friend. And when you find yourself buried chin deep in shit it’s usually not wise to sing about it …”
“So what are you going to do?” she asked.
“I’m going to take this load of shit I find myself stuck with, do a little repackaging, and then see if I can’t then sell this freshly bagged fertilizer to some other deserving idiot.”
Nice fairytale. And actually this format seems very fitting to me for very short stories like these written for the prompt. It has an entire structure, meaning and so on in that way. Maybe it's possible to write in this way without making it explicit that it is a fairytale?
It would be in some way weird to just write a serious fairytale, so it has to be either in disguise or a sarcastic outlook at the format; in this case it's the second option. I liked it and the morals too!
It would be in some way weird to just write a serious fairytale, so it has to be either in disguise or a sarcastic outlook at the format; in this case it's the second option. I liked it and the morals too!
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