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A Fable about Rudeness
A migratory bird in its travels north, blundered into a tall, brightly lit tower and crashed to the cold ground below, stunned.
Valiantly trying to catch bearings, it lay there.
Several minutes later, a migratory bird of another species that was heading south had the misfortune of suffering the same tower, and similarly, ended on the street in a state of painful bewilderment.
Both dazed heads spun the spiral to recovery while Time vaguely passed.
Eventually the North-bound migrant noted fretfully, "I thought it was the moon!"
To which sore-beaked South-bound replied, "Oh? Clearly it was a rising sun!"
"What a dumb cluck you are!" retorted North-bound.
Miffed, the southerly directed flyer responded, "Takes one to know!"
At which, from both sources, rejoinders of extreme nastiness abused the indifferent pavement.
They were still wrangling when a street-cleaning machine happened by and scooped them up and away.
Watching from a nearby nook, a group of disappointed rats gnashed teeth and grumbled.
Moral: Feathered or foul-mouthed, garbage is trash.