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    The rabbits who caused all the trouble

    Within the memory of the youngest child there was a family of rabbits who lived near a pack of wolves. The wolves announced that they did not like the way the rabbits were living. (The wolves were crazy about the way they themselves were living, because it was the only way to live.) One night several wolves were killed in an earthquake and this was blamed on the rabbits, for it is well known that rabbits pound on the ground with their hind legs and cause earthquakes. On another night one of the wolves was killed by a bolt of lightning and this was also blamed on the rabbits, for it is well known that lettuce-eaters cause lightning. The wolves threatened to civilize the rabbits if they didn't behave, and the rabbits decided to run away to a desert island. But the other animals, who lived at a great distance, shamed them saying, "You must stay where you are and be brave. This is no world for escapists. If the wolves attack you, we will come to your aid in all probability." So the rabbits continued to live near the wolves and one day there was a terrible flood which drowned a great many wolves. This was blamed on the rabbits, for it is well known that carrot-nibblers with long ears cause floods. The wolves descended on the rabbits, for their own good, and imprisoned them in a dark cave, for their own protection.
    When nothing was heard about the rabbits for some weeks, the other animals demanded to know what had happened to them. The wolves replied that the rabbits had been eaten and since they had been eaten the affair was a purely internal matter. But the other animals warned that they might possibly unite against the wolves unless some reason was given for the destruction of the rabbits. So the wolves gave them one. "They were trying to escape," said the wolves, "and, as you know, this is no world for escapists."

    Moral: Run, don't walk, to the nearest desert island.

    by James Thurber

    What do you guys think about the story? We are doing this at the moment in the english lesson!
    "Blockheads never learn, Clever learn by his own mistakes, Intelligents learn by mistakes of others."

  • #2
    What, Sand, you asking us because you haven't read it?

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    • #3
      Originally posted by Swiss Mercenary
      What, Sand, you asking us because you haven't read it?
      you dont know James Thurber right? Its the same with the Jews in the second world war... remember?
      "Blockheads never learn, Clever learn by his own mistakes, Intelligents learn by mistakes of others."

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      • #4
        I find it rather difficult to remember to that, since I wasn't around back then.

        And I never did say that I never understood the meaning. Actually I think that it's a poor story, because the meaning is so goddamned beat-you-over-the-head obvious.

        But, no, I don't know who James Turper is. And whether I know him or not shouldn't matter if I were to look for meaning in the story.

        If you tell me that your class is doing this reading in Grade 10, I am going to throw up.

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        • #5
          Why? It's no different to Animal Farm by George Orwell? Or watership down? just because it contains animals doesn't mean it's not about sociaty.
          ~TuF~

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          • #6
            Originally posted by TheMachine
            Why? It's no different to Animal Farm by George Orwell? Or watership down? just because it contains animals doesn't mean it's not about sociaty.
            Or even the original Winnie the Pooh, suprisingly enough.
            Immortius' Forge

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            • #7
              Originally posted by TheMachine
              Why? It's no different to Animal Farm by George Orwell? Or watership down? just because it contains animals doesn't mean it's not about sociaty.
              I hope those comments were not directed at my post. Because then you should really read them again.

              I know what "Figurative language" means.

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              • #8
                I have got another one!

                The Unicorn in the Garden

                Once upon a sunny morning a man who sat in a breakfast nook looked up from his scrambled eggs to see a white unicorn with a golden horn quietly cropping the roses in the garden. The man went up to the bedroom where his wife was still asleep and woke her. "There's a unicorn in the garden," he said. "Eating roses." She opened one unfriendly eye and looked at him. "The unicorn is a mythical beast," she said, and turned her back on him. The man walked slowly downstairs and out into the garden. The unicorn was still there; he was now browsing among the tulips. "Here, unicorn," said the man and pulled up a lily and gave it to him. The unicorn ate it gravely. With a high heart, because there was a unicorn in his garden, the man went upstairs and roused his wife again. "The unicorn," he said, "ate a lily." His wife sat up in bed and looked at him, coldly. "You are a booby," she said, "and I am going to have you put in a booby-hatch." The man, who never liked the words "booby" and "booby-hatch," and who liked them even less on a shining morning when there was a unicorn in the garden, thought for a moment. "We'll see about that," he said. He walked over to the door. "He has a golden horn in the middle of his forehead," he told her. Then he went back to the garden to watch the unicorn; but the unicorn had gone away. The man sat among the roses and went to sleep.

                And as soon as the husband had gone out of the house, the wife got up and dressed as fast as she could. She was very excited and there was a gloat in her eye. She telephoned the police and she telephoned the psychiatrist; she told them to hurry to her house and bring a strait-jacket. When the police and the psychiatrist looked at her with great interest. "My husband," she said, "saw a unicorn this morning." The police looked at the psychiatrist and the psychiatrist looked at the police. "He told me it ate a lily," she said. The psychiatrist looked at the police and the police looked at the psychiatrist. "He told me it had a golden horn in the middle of its forehead," she said. At a solemn signal from the signal from the psychiatrist, the police leaped from their chairs and seized the wife. They had a hard time subduing her, for she put up a terrific struggle, but they finally subdued her. Just as they got her into the strait-jacket, the husband came back into the house.

                "Did you tell your wife you saw a unicorn?" asked the police. "Of course not," said the husband. "The unicorn is a mythical beast." "That's all I wanted to know," said the psychiatrist. "Take her away. I'm sorry, sir, but your wife is as crazy as a jay bird." So they took her away, cursing and screaming, and shut her up in an institution. The husband lived happily ever after.

                Moral: Don't count your boobies until they are hatched.

                By James Thurber
                "Blockheads never learn, Clever learn by his own mistakes, Intelligents learn by mistakes of others."

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                • #9
                  Wow lol those are very intresting stories, but what's with the crazy morals? I dont really see much moral in a husband lying and betraying his wife, and condeming her to a crazy asylem :| but very good stories i'll give ya that
                  AKA: -=:Tob:=-Catburglar

                  ---===Woe to the man who messess with the bloodwolf===---

                  Life is like a jar of jalepeŁŒos, what you do today can burn your ass tomorrow!

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                  • #10
                    sounds like something i'd write.

                    I'll have to post one of my own on the forums when i find them again....
                    "Just off the border of your waking mind there lies another time, where darkness and light are one. As you tread the halls of sanity, you feel so glad to be unable to go beyond. I have a message from another time."

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