The tale concerns a shepherd boy who repeatedly fools villagers into thinking a wolf is attacking his town's flock. When an actual wolf appears and the boy calls for help, the villagers believe that it is another false alarm, and the sheep are eaten by the wolf. In a later English-language poetic version of the fable, the wolf also eats the boy.
A Dog used to run up quietly to the heels of those he met, and to bite them without notice.
His master sometimes suspended a bell about his neck, that he might give notice of his presence wherever he went, and sometimes he fastened a chain about his neck, to which was attached a heavy clog, so that he could not be so quick at biting people's heels.
The Dog grew proud of his bell and clog, and went with them all over the market-place.
An old hound said to him: "Why do you make such an exhibition of yourself? That bell and clog that you carry are not, believe me, orders of merit, but, on the contrary, marks of disgrace, a public notice to all men to avoid you as an ill-mannered dog."
A quarrel had arisen between the Horse and the Stag, so the Horse came to a Hunter to ask his help to take revenge on the Stag.
The Hunter agreed, but said: "If you desire to conquer the Stag, you must permit me to place this piece of iron between your jaws, so that I may guide you with these reins, and allow this saddle to be placed upon your back so that I may keep steady upon you as we follow after the enemy."
The Horse agreed to the conditions, and the Hunter soon saddled and bridled him.
Then with the aid of the Hunter the Horse soon overcame the Stag, and said to the Hunter: "Now, get off, and remove those things from my mouth and back."
"Not so fast, friend," said the Hunter. "I have now got you under bit and spur, and prefer to keep you as you are at present."
A Mouse, by an unlucky chance, formed an intimate acquaintance with a Frog.
The Frog one day, intent on mischief, bound the foot of the Mouse tightly to his own.
Thus joined together, the Frog led his friend toward the pool in which he lived, until he reached the very brink, when suddenly jumping in, he dragged the Mouse in with him.
The Frog enjoyed the water amazingly, and swam croaking about as if he had done a meritorious action.
The unhappy Mouse was soon suffocated with the water, and his dead body floated about on the surface, tied to the foot of the Frog.
A Hawk observed it, and, pouncing upon it, carried it up aloft.
The Frog, being still fastened to the leg of the Mouse, was also carried off a prisoner, and was eaten by the Hawk.
A Waggoner was once driving a heavy load along a very muddy way.
At last he came to a part of the road where the wheels sank half-way into the mire, and the more the horses pulled, the deeper sank the wheels.
So the Waggoner threw down his whip, and knelt down and prayed to Hercules the Strong.
"O Hercules, help me in this my hour of distress," quoth he.
But Hercules appeared to him, and said:
"Tut, man, don't sprawl there. Get up and put your shoulder to the wheel."
Fascism’s noisy bell has blended into the background noise.
The digital bit and bridle is being fastened by ignorance and compliance.
We must uncouple ourselves from the false narratives that we have been trained to accept as fact.
Science IS real and doesn’t give a fuck about yard signs or censorshit.
You are stronger that they want you to know and humans cannot be “hacked”.
je ne sais quoi
zhə″ nə sā kwä′, sĕ
noun
A quality or attribute that is difficult to describe or express.
The Hunter I had in mind initially clearly wasn’t the correct one, or the story likely would have been completely different. This one better.
“Science IS real and doesn’t give a fuck about yard signs or censorshit” seems would work well on a Tshirt
A fun anthology, Sarah, and wise. I did actually laugh out loud that the wisdom of 'fairy tales' gets discounted by bull shit science and that the majority have let the teller of of tall tales become their tail wagging the dog. Amazingly funny times and so refreshing to see that there actually is the seeds of wisdom buried in the words of yore for those of us dogged enough to keep our tails under control.
Yes, we are living in funny times.