Post by Shades on Apr 14, 2006 13:37:18 GMT -5
This is actually a fable and it was written last minute in class same day it was due so i thought i'd post it lol its fun stuff.
All the rats that lived in the walls of the musty estate, would sit and gock at the pearl (that one day had just appeared in there humble abode), trying to witness their tiny reflections in the seamless sphere. Hours would pass as the rats watched the motionless pearl. It started to consume their lives. They started to starve, as the rats were too busy watching the pearl to do anything more. They started to get sick and frail, and the old started to die.
Then one day, as renovations, to the large house, were being done, the pearl disappeared in the same mysterious way it had appeared. It seemed to the rats, as if they had imagined the pearl. It started to drive the rats mad, and not being able to explain, the disappearance, they started to blame one another.
“This is shameful, we cannot have members of our society going around stealing the icon.” Boomed the Chief Rat.
“Such ignorance cannot go unpunished, was there anyone there, when it happened?”
A young rat of only eight seasons was pushed from the overbearing crowd. His face was streaked with tears, he fell to his knees screaming his innocence, he pound his fists on the ground but he was ignored and the guards took him away.
“Stick him in the deepest hole,” said the adviser to the Chief.
His screams could be heard until he was out of earshot.
Time passed and eventually the rats forgot the pearl, but they were left empty and neurotic.
With the absence of the pearl the rats were left with nothing to do. The days passed, and still the rats continued to starve, not being able to get back in the old habits. Finally the chief had, had enough and sent a hunting party out, to search for food. Hours passed, and still the hunting party had not returned. Finally they returned, with the pearl in their tiny claws. The chief was overjoyed, and the rats returned to watching the pearl, as if to see it do something miraculous, like juggle a ball, or fly through the air.
Everyone had forgotten about the young rat, who had so wrongly been accused, of taking the pearl. One day as if by magic , the chief was reminded of the rat, and immediately sent down his guards to fetch the poor beast out of the dungeon. When the guards reached the rat, he was no more then a tiny pile of bones and fur.
The Chief was overcome with grief, he realized that he should not have let the pearl become the base on which the coven was based. It was nice to look at, but can a pearl bring back a young rat? Can a pearl cure the starving? No, of course it couldn’t.
The next morning the pearl was cast into the pit in which the young rat had died. Still the pearl stays hidden, under its own filthy avarice.
All the rats that lived in the walls of the musty estate, would sit and gock at the pearl (that one day had just appeared in there humble abode), trying to witness their tiny reflections in the seamless sphere. Hours would pass as the rats watched the motionless pearl. It started to consume their lives. They started to starve, as the rats were too busy watching the pearl to do anything more. They started to get sick and frail, and the old started to die.
Then one day, as renovations, to the large house, were being done, the pearl disappeared in the same mysterious way it had appeared. It seemed to the rats, as if they had imagined the pearl. It started to drive the rats mad, and not being able to explain, the disappearance, they started to blame one another.
“This is shameful, we cannot have members of our society going around stealing the icon.” Boomed the Chief Rat.
“Such ignorance cannot go unpunished, was there anyone there, when it happened?”
A young rat of only eight seasons was pushed from the overbearing crowd. His face was streaked with tears, he fell to his knees screaming his innocence, he pound his fists on the ground but he was ignored and the guards took him away.
“Stick him in the deepest hole,” said the adviser to the Chief.
His screams could be heard until he was out of earshot.
Time passed and eventually the rats forgot the pearl, but they were left empty and neurotic.
With the absence of the pearl the rats were left with nothing to do. The days passed, and still the rats continued to starve, not being able to get back in the old habits. Finally the chief had, had enough and sent a hunting party out, to search for food. Hours passed, and still the hunting party had not returned. Finally they returned, with the pearl in their tiny claws. The chief was overjoyed, and the rats returned to watching the pearl, as if to see it do something miraculous, like juggle a ball, or fly through the air.
Everyone had forgotten about the young rat, who had so wrongly been accused, of taking the pearl. One day as if by magic , the chief was reminded of the rat, and immediately sent down his guards to fetch the poor beast out of the dungeon. When the guards reached the rat, he was no more then a tiny pile of bones and fur.
The Chief was overcome with grief, he realized that he should not have let the pearl become the base on which the coven was based. It was nice to look at, but can a pearl bring back a young rat? Can a pearl cure the starving? No, of course it couldn’t.
The next morning the pearl was cast into the pit in which the young rat had died. Still the pearl stays hidden, under its own filthy avarice.
