The Lark and Its Young Ones (A Hindu Fable)

A CHILD went up to a lark and said: “Good lark, have you any young ones?”

“Yes, child, I have,” said the mother lark, “and they are very pretty ones, indeed.” Then she pointed to the little birds and said: “This is Fair Wing, that is Tiny Bill, and that other is Bright Eyes.”

“At home, we are three,” said the child, “myself and two sisters. Mother says that we are pretty children, and she loves us.”

To this the little larks replied: “Oh, yes, our mother is fond of us, too.”

“Good mother lark,” said the child, “will you let Tiny Bill go home with me and play?”

Before the mother lark could reply, Bright Eyes said: “Yes, if you will send your little sister to play with us in our nest.”

“Oh, she will be so sorry to leave home,” said the child; “she could not come away from our mother.”

“Tiny Bill will be so sorry to leave our nest,” answered Bright Eyes, “and he will not go away from our mother.”

Then the child ran away to her mother, saying: “Ah, every one is fond of home!”


(Adapted from: P. V. Ramaswami Raju, Good Stories from Good Holidays)

A father passing by his son’s bedroom…

By: Author Unknown
A father passing by his son’s bedroom was astonished to see the bed was
nicely made, and everything was picked up. Then, he saw an envelope,
propped up prominently on the pillow. It was addressed, ‘Dad.’ With the
worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter, with
trembling hands.
‘Dear, Dad. It is with great regret and sorrow that I’m writing you. I
had to elope with my new girlfriend, because I wanted to avoid a scene
with Mum and you.
I’ve been finding real passion with Stacy, and she is so nice, but I
knew you would not approve of her, because of all her piercings’,
tattoos, her tight Motorcycle clothes, and because she is so much older
than I am.
But it’s not only the passion, Dad. She’s pregnant. Stacy said that we
will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods, and has a stack of
firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more
Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn’t, really hurt
anyone. We’ll be growing it for ourselves, and trading it with the other
people in the commune, for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want.
In the meantime, we’ll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS, so
Stacy can get better. She sure deserves it!
Don’t worry Dad, I’m 15, and I know how to take care of myself. Someday,
I’m sure we’ll be back to visit, so you can get to know your many
Love, your son, Joshua.
P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I’m over at Jason’s house. I just
wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the school
report that’s on the kitchen table.
Call when it is safe for me to come home!