http://www.hillaryis44.org/?p=318Hillary Clinton is not going to appear on any of the Sunday morning talk shows. Hillary Clinton is in Iowa discussing her positive plans for America and our future. Another candidate for the Democratic nomination will be on one of the talk shows but he has no realistic chance of winning anymore. We will not watch him nor comment on his appearance because for all intents and purposes he has made himself irrelevant long ago.
We’ll spend our Sunday morning reading.
On our table, by a cozy fireplace, is a hardcover copy of The Complete Brothers Grimm Fairy Tales. This timeless classic will be our divertimenti Sunday morning.
One particular title caught our eye. For those who wish to get away from politics for a while, here is the short fable:
The House, The Hedge, And The Hair
- A Fable
Once upon a time, in a great big house, lived a man. The man used to be nice and was once popular with his neighbors, but now he was unhappy. His neighbors no longer liked him.
The man was unhappy because he wanted to be in charge of the town. But instead his neighbors all liked a nice and smart blonde lady that lived down the road. The blonde lady was wonderful. For years and years, as far back as anyone could remember, the blonde lady did good things for the village and the villagers.
The blonde lady took care of children and older, more helpless villagers. She was very smart and very nice. The blonde lady also cared for the poor in the village. She was always helping people. She was loved by the villagers and they gave her pink flowers whenever they thought she looked a little down.
Now the blonde lady was loved. But there was one man who did not like her. He would sit in his great big house thinking up mean things to say about the lady. He would make bad drawings making fun of the wonderful blonde lady. The man would then leave the bad drawings all over the village and laugh when people saw how he made fun of the nice blonde lady.
When the people saw the bad pictures they liked the man even less. This made him even angrier.
Every day the man would look out the big windows from his big house and see the blonde lady doing good things and being loved. This made him madder and madder. He would sit with his wife in his big house and complain.
His wife would sit and complain too. The man’s wife once was a nice lady. But seeing her husband so unhappy she became unhappy too. The man’s wife then went around the village saying mean things about the blonde lady. The man’s wife knew no one would say anything mean about her because she was very sick.
As the man and his wife got meaner and meaner the people of the village liked them even less.
One day, the man decided to build a great big hedge around his house. People were afraid. The people knew the hedge could hurt a lot of people.
The hedge was so big and strong it caught many poor animals which the man would then cook and eat. A lot of poor people got caught and hurt by the big hedge too. Some of the poor people were so hurt by the hedge they lost their houses.
Some of the houses lost by the poor people hurt by the man’s hedge were near a river. The river had washed away their houses the year before. The poor people were now even even poorer.
The man loved his big house.
The house was wonderful. It had three different stages with seating for an audience. The man and his wife loved to pretend that they were the leaders of the village. They would dress up in costumes and prance around the stage imagining the villagers bowing to them.
As much as the man loved his big house and his big hedge, with all the benefits the hedge would catch — the man loved his hare even more.
It was a beautiful brown hare. The man took great care of it. As much as the man said he loved his big house, he truly loved his hare even more.
The man took his hare to the best hare care salons in the world. He spent lavish amounts of money on his hare. The man shampooed his hare often. The hare was truly beautiful. Everyone in the village said that the man’s hare was the most beautiful in the world. The villagers even thought the man’s hare was prettier than any other hare in the world.
Suddenly, one day, the man’s brown hare turned white, and ran away.
The End.
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