I hope so, wait what plan, don't say PM it to me.
I wrote this a couple of years ago...
The Locust and the Hawk
One day, this muscular locust was walking through the forest. He was flexing his thorax towards all of the other insects. He was very self-absorbed and thought he was perfect. He was looking at his reflection in a puddle when this tiny and ugly baby hawk approached him. This bird was at least one-third of the locust’s size. The bird was timid as it began to speak to the locust. “Excuse me, mister. Do you think I’ll ever be like you when I grow up?†he said. “I doubt that!†the locust replied. “By the way you look, I’m surprised you’re not already dead. Someone as ugly and puny as you does not deserve to live. Why should I waste my life helping a disgusting piece of trash as yourself?†With that, he kicked the bird away from him. The tiny bird cried heavily and flew away clumsily. The locust continued in admiring his physique.
A couple of years had passed when the locust grew old. He no longer had the prized muscles that he adored for the past few years. He was now old, fat, and slow. The locust was walking through the forest when a bird, five times his size, landed in front of him. As the locust looked up, he could see that the bird was strong and had eyes that were filled with rage. Then it came to him: it was the same bird that he kicked a couple of years ago. “How you like me now, sharp beak when I smile,†the hawk said. With that, he gobbled up the locust and spat out the exoskeleton. The hawk flew away with a big grin.
Moral: What goes around, comes around.
So, what do you think?
Good stuff, good stuff.
Originally posted by Neo Darkhalen
I wrote this a couple of years ago...The Locust and the Hawk
One day, this muscular locust was walking through the forest. He was flexing his thorax towards all of the other insects. He was very self-absorbed and thought he was perfect. He was looking at his reflection in a puddle when this tiny and ugly baby hawk approached him. This bird was at least one-third of the locust’s size. The bird was timid as it began to speak to the locust. “Excuse me, mister. Do you think I’ll ever be like you when I grow up?†he said. “I doubt that!†the locust replied. “By the way you look, I’m surprised you’re not already dead. Someone as ugly and puny as you does not deserve to live. Why should I waste my life helping a disgusting piece of trash as yourself?†With that, he kicked the bird away from him. The tiny bird cried heavily and flew away clumsily. The locust continued in admiring his physique.
A couple of years had passed when the locust grew old. He no longer had the prized muscles that he adored for the past few years. He was now old, fat, and slow. The locust was walking through the forest when a bird, five times his size, landed in front of him. As the locust looked up, he could see that the bird was strong and had eyes that were filled with rage. Then it came to him: it was the same bird that he kicked a couple of years ago. “How you like me now, sharp beak when I smile,†the hawk said. With that, he gobbled up the locust and spat out the exoskeleton. The hawk flew away with a big grin.
Moral: What goes around, comes around.
So, what do you think?
Good stuff, good stuff.
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