“Ars longa, vita brevis!”
And even more MOD! poetry. I’m a natural. This is the last of the MOD! pieces I’m posting.
Snaps!
A Centurion goes where Centurions go, but along the way he yells “Hey! Yo!” with his Latin accent and his bristly hat to an unsuspecting plebeian out walking his cat. This common man and his common pet, both on a stroll to the common vet, stopped quite abruptly, and turned their heads because “Yo” as a wordn’t been invented yet. “Who me?” asked the man, “Meow meow?” asked the cat, “Yes you!” said Centurion as he pulled out a rat. The rat had been soldier snatched foraging for food unfortunately situated in the officer’s snood. “Thought you could use this!” the Centurion wailed as he flung the fetid rodent flipped firmly by its tail. “Oh my!” mewed the man, “Meow meow!” spat the cat, as the rat, as it splat on the commons, shat. With that went Centurion off to the place where Centurions go when they just gotta go while the man and the cat just stopped and sat by splatted shatted rat and what’ll we do with that? “Meow meow meow meow!” meaning “I aint eatin’ that!”, yelled the cat who was common in a very common spat. “I know” agreed the man who pretended comprehending of his common cat’s tongue with his common understanding.
The moral of this story, the lesson of this tale, self-perceived kindness can sometimes be a trap, for what you feel is generous might be just a slap.
Or even a pile of crap.
Snap(s)?
I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking “My goodness, John, how can you be so totally gosh darned and goll dangedly creative?”, in exactly those words probably.
It’s a kind, and generous, gift.
