• Aug. 18, 2006
Friday's Fables: Two Fighting Roosters and the Eagle
Two Fighting Roosters and the Eagle
Ronnie Rooster began boasting loudly about all of his many accomplishments. When Rod Rooster overheard Ronnie, he thought I am NOT about to let HIM get the best of me, so he began bragging about the many prestigious accolades he’d received.
Soon the two roosters were battling each other maliciously in the farmyard. They kicked, pecked, and scratched in a flurry of feathers and dust, until Rod cowered back in an empty corner to bandage his wounds.
Ronnie immediately jumped to the highest perch available, and began gleefully boasting, even more loudly than before. Plus, he now had the added accolade of telling all of the farmyard animals about Rod’s demise.
“I am King of the Farmyard now! What a pity how Rod Rooster hides himself in a corner. Behold my greatness!” crowed Ronnie. He strutted back and forth, bobbing his head, and waving his plumes. “I am the greatest rooster ever to set foot in this measly chicken yard. I am the strongest, best-looking, and smartest rooster around. Anybody out there want a piece of me? C’mon! Don’t be cowards!”
Just then an eagle sailed down to snatch Ronnie up. “I’ll take a piece of you!” The eagle smugly said. “I’ve always loved a scrumptious piece of chicken!”
The new king, Rod Rooster, gingerly tiptoed out of the corner, and quietly watched the eagle soar away, with Ronnie in his talons.
MORAL: PRIDE GOES BEFORE A FALL
Stay-at-Home Mom Connection
Have you ever met a Ronnie or Rod Rooster (or should I say, a Haley or Hannah Hen)? You know, the kind of mom that is always seemingly “casually commenting” about her children’s great achievements thus far in life?
In a hushed whisper with several spy-like looks from side-to side, “So sorry to hear your son didn’t do as well as you’d hoped on his standardized math test”. Then, in a louder voice, openly searching for any viable listeners within earshot, “I just hate it when my Joey gets a 99% on his test scores. You know he’s just so used to getting a 100%. It’s just HARD for me to see him so down about it.”
OR
“I’m so sorry your Kate isn’t reading yet. My little Becky just taught herself to read when she was 3, and now that she’s 6, she’s already reading at the high school level. She’s just so gifted that way.”
The next time you hear that, just think, “There’s a “Ronnie Rooster” (or a Hannah Hen) all the way.” Let her hop on her perch and boast, just be careful not to jump in with your own set of bragging rights. The eagle (a.k.a. the Devil) is just waiting to feast on a piece of you, and he always loves tasty chicken, any meal of the day. Don’t be his next meal!
