WDYS — A Fable

A donkey and a tiger were talking. The donkey said to the tiger, “The grass is blue.”

The tiger replied, “No, the grass is green.”

The discussion heated up, and the two decided to submit to arbitration, and for this they went before the lion, the King of the Jungle.

When they reached the forest clearing, where the lion was sitting on his throne, the donkey began to bray, “Your Highness, isn’t it true that the grass is blue?”

The lion replied, “Yes, the grass is blue.”

The donkey smiled and said, “The tiger disagrees with me, contradicts me, and annoys me. You must punish him.”

The lion then declared, “The tiger will be punished with five years of silence.”

The donkey jumped cheerfully and went on his way, braying, “The grass is blue. I am right, the grass is blue.”

The tiger accepted his punishment, but he asked the lion, “Your Majesty, why have you punished me? After all, the grass is green.”

The lion replied, “Yes, in fact, the grass is green.”

The tiger asked, “So why are you punishing me?”

The lion replied, “Your punishment has nothing to do with the question of whether the grass is blue or green. Your punishment is because a brave and intelligent creature like you wasted your time arguing with a donkey, and then, on top of that, you came to bother me with such a question.

“It’s a waste of time arguing with a fool and fanatic who does not care about truth or reality, but only about the victory of his beliefs and his illusions. Never waste time on arguments with someone like that.

“There are those who, no matter how many facts or how much evidence we present to them, are never willing to consider or accept it. And there are others who are so blinded by ego, hatred, and resentment, that all they want is to be right even if they are not.

“When ignorance screams, intelligence is silent. Your peace and quiet are worth more.”

Written for Sadje’s What Do You See prompt. photo credit: Arleen Wiese @ Unsplash.

Note: This fable is not original. I saw a version of it published on Facebook a while back and when I saw the photo in Sadje’s prompt, it reminded me of the fable, so I rewrote it here…mostly from memory. Please excuse me for not writing something original for this prompt, but I’m on vacation, so cut me some slack, will you?

WDYS — We’ll Be Fine

Don’t worry baby, we’ll be just fine. I know your daddy left us, but we can make it — the two of us — together.

We’re better off without him, baby. He’s a real piece of shit. He left me — he left us — before you were born, and you are the best thing that ever happened to me.

We’ve got my mom and dad — your Grammy and Pop Pop — and all of my good friends. They’re here for us. They’ll be around to help out if we need it.

I promise you, sweetie, I’ve got you. You have nothing to fear. We’re in this together and we’re going to be great.

Written for Sadje’s What Do You See prompt. Photo credit: Kelly Sikkema @ Unsplash.

WDYS — Neither Here Nor There

I think I am
Not yet buried
Stuck here
I don’t know where
Or why
Between heaven and earth
Between heaven and hell
In limbo
In purgatory
Neither here
Nor there
One way
Or the other
I want it to end
To be over

Written for Sadje’s What Do You See prompt. Photo credit: Digital Solacism @Unsplash.

WDYS — Bullseye

The instructions were crystal clear. It had to be large enough to be visible from space. A bullseye constructed of natural stone would be surrounded by concentric circles, ultimately covering the entire valley floor. It also had to stand the test of time, because it could be eons before it was actually required. Or maybe never. That depended upon the evolution of the dominant species that inhabited the planet.

It also had to look natural, so that the dominant species would not see it for what it really was. In other words, it had to blend in, as much as possible. Yes, it might be seen as a phenomenon, and potentially become a tourist attraction or a holy site upon which religious rituals were held. After all, the dominant species was comprised of spiritual creatures who invented supernatural beings to answer what to them was unanswerable.

But the time had finally come. There was an imbalance that the dominant species had created on the planet. It took billions of years, but the planet was beginning to decay, and should that be allowed to happen, the effects upon the solar system in which the planet exists would be devastating, possibly even leading to adverse consequences throughout the galaxy.

“Our ancestors did what was asked of them,” the captain said. The target is clearly visible from deep space. “It’s time to engage the photomagnitron that will send the electromagnetic pulse directly to the center of the target. Upon impact, it will set off a chain reaction causing the planet to almost instantaneously implode.”

“Everything is ready,” the gunner said. “I await your orders, Captain.”

The captain took a deep breath. His order would destroy the planet and the civilization that inhabited it. What he was about to do was unprecedented, but his orders were clear. The dominant species had left no choice, having created an environment that would soon be unable to support life forms. Like a virus, it had to be destroyed before it infected the rest of the universe.

“Engage,” the captain said. He and his crew watched as, moments later, the electromagnetic pulse hit the bullseye and the third planet from the star named Sol disappeared.

Written for Sadje’s What Do You See prompt. Image credit: Robert Lukeman @ Unsplash.

Mothers, Daughters, and Ponies

“Mom, stop the car,” Adele shouted.

Concerned, Dorothy quickly pulled the car over to the side of the road. Before she could ask her daughter what was wrong, Adele had opened the car door, hopped out, and ran over to the fence at the edge of the field. Dorothy called out to her daughter, “Adele, what are you doing?”

“I want that,” Adele said, pointing to the ponies standing in the field.

“You want a pony?” Dorothy asked.

“Yes, I want the second one, the short, squatty one. It’s so cute and it has long blonde hair just like my Barbie,” Adele said.

“I’m sorry, honey,” Dorothy said, “but you can’t have a pony.”

“Why not?” Adele said, stomping her right foot on the ground. “I want it. I want it.”

“It belongs to someone and I’m sure it’s not for sale,” Dorothy said.

“But Dad always says that everything is for sale,” Adele said.

“That’s because your father is a salesman,” Dorothy said.

“I don’t care. I want that pony.”

“Well, sweetie, as The Rolling Stones sang, ‘You Can’t Always Get What You Want.’”

“The who?”

“No, not The Who, The Rolling Stones.”

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” Adele said. “Can I have that pony?”

“No, you cannot.”

“I hate you!”

Mothers and daughters, Dorothy thought.

Written for Sadje’s What Do You See prompt. Photo credit: Free images on Google.