ThreeKlicksAway
05-28-2013, 09:00 PM
This is a fable; it mirrors the style these stories used to be written as accurately as possible. Consequently it is also quite short.
The Owl and the Jay
Once in the wood there lived an old owl who was a earnest studier. His hollow was filled with shelves of scrolls and books and parchment of the like, and it was his nightly desire to fill them with all the knowledge and wisdom his long life had accumulated. Even in the day he could be found scrabbling away at his books with his quill, never resting but for the times he hunted through the forest. Though much of the feathered population cared little whether Owl spent his life studying or not, it was Jay who finally spoke to him.
“Owl,” said he, “why do you fill your life with nothing, nothing but writing and reading? Do you see from your candlelit hollow the world you may be missing?
Owl said not a word but turned to continue his work.
Jay pressed on. “Don't you admire, friend, the caches of acorns that I so studiously collect for winter, yet I still find time to dance through the trees with my companions?”
The Owl remained silent, for it was not for Jay to understand the placid ways of a traveler who has seen much more than he could dream of, and finds himself at the end of his days with nothing, nothing to do but read and write.
Moral: There is more to a friend than first meets the eye.
The Owl and the Jay
Once in the wood there lived an old owl who was a earnest studier. His hollow was filled with shelves of scrolls and books and parchment of the like, and it was his nightly desire to fill them with all the knowledge and wisdom his long life had accumulated. Even in the day he could be found scrabbling away at his books with his quill, never resting but for the times he hunted through the forest. Though much of the feathered population cared little whether Owl spent his life studying or not, it was Jay who finally spoke to him.
“Owl,” said he, “why do you fill your life with nothing, nothing but writing and reading? Do you see from your candlelit hollow the world you may be missing?
Owl said not a word but turned to continue his work.
Jay pressed on. “Don't you admire, friend, the caches of acorns that I so studiously collect for winter, yet I still find time to dance through the trees with my companions?”
The Owl remained silent, for it was not for Jay to understand the placid ways of a traveler who has seen much more than he could dream of, and finds himself at the end of his days with nothing, nothing to do but read and write.
Moral: There is more to a friend than first meets the eye.