“The Mouse, the Bird, and the Sausage”
So a mouse, a bird, and a sausage lived
together and were content. Each day the bird flew to the forest to gather the
wood for the next day. The mouse kept the fire going and drew the water. The
sausage did all the cooking, even swimming in the stew to give it good flavor.
One day, the bird met another bird who
told him the other two probably lived easily while he did all the work. But
when the bird came home he vowed to never collect wood again. No matter what
the mouse or sausage said, the bird demanded they change. So they drew lots to
determine who would do what. The bird was to keep the fire and draw the water,
the mouse would cook, and the sausage would bring the wood.
The next day the sausage set out, but he
never returned. In time the bird went out and found that a dog had eaten the
sausage. The bird tried to lodge a complaint against the dog, but the dog
claimed the sausage had forged letters.
So the bird returned home and told the mouse.
The mouse was sad, but she still had to
cook, and since she had seen the sausage swim in the stew, she did as well, but
it burned off her fur and skin and she died. When the bird went to check on the
stew he couldn’t find the mouse. As he
searched for her, he started a small fire.
When he went to the well, he fell in and drowned.
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A nice happy story.
I’ve had roommates, and sometimes they
cooked, but I really hope they never flavored what they cooked.
A sausage with forged letters? Why do I feel like we’re missing out on a
more interesting story?
At first I thought the moral of this story
was to just be content with your lot in life. But then I figured a better moral
is to not let some random person you meet on the street – or online – make you
radically change your life.
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