Once upon a time there were a bunch of hens.  These hens spent a lot of their time together in the henhouse.  One of the hens’ favorite things to do was to talk about other hens.  The roosters across the way also got a big kick out of talking about other roosters.  And when the hens and the roosters got together, they did the same thing.  They simply could not get enough of talking about other hens and other roosters.  Of course they would never talk about a hen or a rooster who was present, as that would be impolite.  The hens and roosters were all patient enough to wait for somebody to leave so that they could talk about them.  They found it particularly enjoyable to talk about a hen or a rooster that they did not know very well, and if perhaps they didn’t know a particular hen or rooster’s situation or background very well, it was easy enough to take what little they knew and simply use that to extrapolate the rest of the story, or at least the story as they imagined it.  It went on this way forever and ever.  The end.

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Comments

Tara

2004-03-30T06:46:02.000Z

No offense but Holmes’s Fables aren’t particularly uplifting.  I liked Chicken Run better.