Aesop's Fable Friday.
Courtesy the 5 year old:
A Fisherman who could play the flute went down one day to the seashore with his nets and his flute; and, taking his stand on a projecting rock, began to play a tune, thinking that the music would bring the fish jumping out of the sea.
He went on playing for some time, but not a fish appeared: so at last he threw down his flute and cast his net into the sea, and made a great haul of fish.
When they were landed and he saw them leaping about on the shore, he cried, "You rascals! You wouldn't dance when I piped: but now I've stopped, you can do nothing else!"
Moral of the story: The whole world doesn't dance to our own tune.
Courtesy the 9 year old:
A Walnut Tree, which grew by the roadside, bore every year a plentiful crop of nuts. Everyone who passed by pelted its branches with sticks and stones, in order to bring down the nuts, and the tree suffered severely.
"It is hard," it cried, "that the very persons who enjoy my crop should thus reward me with insults and blows."
Moral of the story: Be most kind to those who are most giving.
I asked the 5 year old why that fisherman thought that just because he played his flute the fish should dance? She rolled her eyes and shrugged in a very dramatic way. "He shouldn't,' said she. "You're right," said I. End of discussion.
The 9 year old and I looked at the picture that accompanies the fable that she chose. It's of a walnut tree with a most saddened and shocked face drawn on the trunk and tears coming out of it's sad, tree-eyes. A little boy in a tunic has struck it with a stout stick and walnuts are coming lose from the branches. "Poor tree," said she. "Yes," said I. End of that discussion.
Normally these fables prompt interesting discussions. It must be because of my neurotic reactions to them at times.