Here is a fable that I had to write for English class, hope you enjoy...tell me what you think
There once was the most beautiful rose that had ever been seen among mortals. Not only was it lovely to look upon--but it gave off the most wonderful smell, so pleasant that it caused many to stop and wonder from where a scent so sweet came. Some said Demeter favored it for it never wilted, while others said Aphrodite had blessed it due to its spell-binding beauty.
As the smell wafted throughout the landscape, a fox lifted his nose to the air and took a deep breath. Wishing to find the source of that divine scent, being the adventurous fox that he was, he ventured off into the unknown. Not driven simply by curiosity, the fox felt as if he was being prodded along, as a man would drive his livestock. Through many a wood, and over numerous hills he traveled, hardly resting for he was sure the scent grew stronger with every step.
After deciding to stop and take a nice long rest, he came upon a valley engulfed in a swirling mist. With the aid of dew-covered rocks and yellow-green grasses he groped his way through the valley in search of a nice soft, dry place where he could lay his head. When suddenly out of the murky surroundings, at the base of a mountain a scarlet glow seemed to permeate the silken mist, almost commanding the onlooker to feast their eyes upon it.
The fox stood in awe for what seemed like half of an hour, trying to absorb as much of the rose's serene splendor, like a sponge to water. Finally, as if he was being beckoned, the fox drew closer and closer, all the while gazing at it's immense beauty and breathing in the heavenly aroma. But even with all of the magnificent beauty it possessed, the spectator seemed to overlook the ruthless thorns that awaited a tender paw or soft hand.
That tender paw happened to be that of our adventurous fox, for when he reached out to pluck the georgous flower, five merciless thorns penetrated his paw anbd came through the other side! Tearing his red stained paw from the blood red rose he ran as fast as his legs could carry him and was never seen again.
Moral: With beauty comes pain
