Ze-sop's Fables

[amanda]

Once upon a time, there lived a silly young girl who lived in a land far, far away. Wandering from campfire to campfire was what she loved best, listening to the people around these campfires spun her stories of adventures, lost fools, and happiness.

One day while wandering, she happened across a silly young man who could dance. He danced very spritely, so much so, it made the young girl laugh. She watched him make silly faces and naughty birds talk.

"What fun!", the young girl thought.

Then, she happened to see a simple sign: "bulletin board" it read, as plain as it could be.

Curious, she followed it.

Behind, was a strange and lovely world, just beginning to bloom....

Others were starting to gather there too...

a master who claimed no mastery.
a rainbow turned aside, showing the most beautiful colors.
a singular writer of epics and spies, living in the land of both.

An intuitive curly-haired babe, a happywise lala, a fact-man to end all fact-men, a southern lawyer who defied both stereotypes, a Brit living in the land of Texas tea....

All these and many others gathered around a virtual campfire, swapping tales of adventures, lost and found fools, and of course, happiness.

"What fun!", the young girl thought.

But, there was a sadness to her too. The campfire wasn't real. People could come and go without warning. All of them could disappear- including herself.

So, forgetting the real, she played a silly trick. The people around the virtual campfire did not like it. This made her upset, so she packed up a few of her belongings and left- disappearing, in search for other campfires.She made her own virtual one. She talked with others who came and paid her visits. All of them nice, but all of them with a hint of sadness.

This made the silly young girl sigh. She missed the magic, the energy. But most of all, she missed the warmth of sitting around that virtual campfire, swapping tales and making up new ones.

And so, in turn, she learned the moral of this story: whether or not the campfire is real, it is the very real people around it who provide the warmth.



The End.

[RuneT]

Amanda baby! C'mon in! We are cross-dressing this week, zyle almost got roasted tonight :eek: and nox is drinking window cleaner.

/hug

[lapietra]

ohhhhhhhhh Hooray!!!!
missed 'manda....
Welcome back, honey.
All are welcome.

[noxxville]

I'll do another windex shot for you

[dinzdale]

Dont just stand there out in the cold, come inside.
Sit down by the fire and tell us where you've been, and what you've seen. We kept your room exactly as you left it.




Welcome home.

[moel]

....Don't ever leave again.

[zenbabe]

CHEERS!!!

[Deviate]

the fire is hot tonight. care for a sit and a yarn?

-st.

[Zyle]

glad you came back!
*huggle* :)

[amanda]

come, gather 'round now, boys and girls...

make up your own modern day fables.

be sure to include a moral at the end of the story.

[Zyle]

Once upon a time there was a silly little girl who decided with her drunken student friends that a midnight visit to McDonalds would be a really good idea, even though she wasn't really all that hungry. Off they went, and she bought a big mac meal. It didn't taste so great, it seemed as thought it had been sitting around for a while, but the silly little girl ate it anyway. The next morning she woke up at 6am with the worst stomach ache of her life. She was sick, and went back to bed. at 8:50 she got up for her 9:00 lecture, which she sat wretching hte whole way through. When she got home the silly little girl projectile vommited from one side of the bathroom to the other. This continued for the next 10 hours. She now feels incredibly dehydrated, being unable to even keep a sip of water in her stomach. When her roommate returns from dinner they are going to the hospital, cos apparantly doctors don't do house calls to students. (SINCE WHEN?) Anyway, another fun night in casualty for this silly little girl. Maybe the cute South African doctor will be there again.
Moral? DON'T GO TO MCDONALDS WHEN YOU'RE NOT EVEN HUNGRY!!!!! Or even at any time.... *runs for bathrooom*

[Levi]

Once upon a time, in a land very far away, there was a little boy. He lived in a huge feild of tall grasses, and ate nuts and berries and rabbits that he found. His mother taught him to read and do simple maths, and his father taught him to hunt and cook.
One day, a playful wind thought to bring him some reading material. As it could not carry a book, it brought him a newspaper.
He learned many things.

'He's burning up.' A month later, he got a fever. He overheard his mother tell his father, and he was convinced thatsomebody had set off the neutron bomb.

This is how we know that a little knowledge is a dangerous thing. Or alternately, that one is better off not knowing how to read.

[Smartypants]

Originally posted by amanda
Once upon a time, there lived a silly young girl who lived in a land far, far away. Wandering from campfire to campfire was what she loved best, listening to the people around these campfires spun her stories of adventures, lost fools, and happiness.

One day while wandering, she happened across a silly young man who could dance. He danced very spritely, so much so, it made the young girl laugh. She watched him make silly faces and naughty birds talk.

"What fun!", the young girl thought.

Then, she happened to see a simple sign: "bulletin board" it read, as plain as it could be.

Curious, she followed it.

Behind, was a strange and lovely world, just beginning to bloom....

Others were starting to gather there too...

a master who claimed no mastery.
a rainbow turned aside, showing the most beautiful colors.
a singular writer of epics and spies, living in the land of both.

An intuitive curly-haired babe, a happywise lala, a fact-man to end all fact-men, a southern lawyer who defied both stereotypes, a Brit living in the land of Texas tea....

All these and many others gathered around a virtual campfire, swapping tales of adventures, lost and found fools, and of course, happiness.

"What fun!", the young girl thought.

But, there was a sadness to her too. The campfire wasn't real. People could come and go without warning. All of them could disappear- including herself.

So, forgetting the real, she played a silly trick. The people around the virtual campfire did not like it. This made her upset, so she packed up a few of her belongings and left- disappearing, in search for other campfires.She made her own virtual one. She talked with others who came and paid her visits. All of them nice, but all of them with a hint of sadness.

This made the silly young girl sigh. She missed the magic, the energy. But most of all, she missed the warmth of sitting around that virtual campfire, swapping tales and making up new ones.

And so, in turn, she learned the moral of this story: whether or not the campfire is real, it is the very real people around it who provide the warmth.

The End.

Plus ça change, plus ça même chose.

[amanda]

je ne comprend pas votre francais, mais j'apprends vous avez raison.

[lapietra]

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful city that was filled with wonderful people from all over the world. Each of them had come for different reasons, but all had a gift to offer, each as valuable as the next person's, though very different.
At first, no one noticed what gifts the others brought, because they were too busy just enjoying the fact that they were there together, and they spent a lot of time learning about the other people's histories, but eventually they began to notice what each other had brought.
Some people took a great deal of pleasure in the different gifts, and rejoiced that there was so much diversity, that everyone's gift complemented the others so well. It appeared that they had everything they could ever need to make a great and beautiful city. But some, who were insecure about their gifts, and worried that the gifts either might not be noticed or appreciated, took great pains to make sure that everyone knew about their gift, and even went as far as to belittle others' gifts, or criticize how they were being used. And some people still didn't mind so much, but others became upset that their wonderful gifts were being belittled, and fought with the people who made the disparaging comments. This upset everyone, even those who weren't being belittled, because they knew that there was no reason for the fighting, since everyone's gift was equally valuable, if different.
The fighting would die out sometimes, but then other days it would arise anew. Some of the people became so upset about it that they left to start their own city, but there weren't enough of them to make it work, and besides, they missed the beautiful city they had come from, and all the people in it - even the people who had belittled their gifts, because beneath it all, all of the people in that city loved each other, because they were all good people. So, one by one, they all came back, resolved to learn from past experience.
They were mostly welcomed back, because they had been missed as much as they missed, but after a little time, once again some of the same people began to feel insecure, and began once again to say hurtful things to others whose gifts they envied or felt threatened by. But this time, the people who had left remembered what had happened before, and, especially, that they had missed and still felt love for these people, and although some of them still became angry, they trusted that if they treated the people who were insecure in their gifts with love and fairness, eventually they too would come to trust and appreciate their own gifts and everyone else's, and know that they were appreciated by everyone else, too.
It took a very long time, but one day, everyone realized that there had been no fighting for a very long time, only spirited and respectful argument about important matters that affected them all, and that all they felt for each other was joy and admiration. Great things had been accomplished in that time. Everyone was as healthy as they could be; well-fed and sheltered from wind and rain. Wonderful music flowed through all the public spaces, and people spent time building and repairing living and working spaces that were beautiful and comfortable. When natural disasters occurred, as they will, everyone pulled together and rebuilt the city, even better than before each time, and so they began to look at the natural disasters as opportunities for betterment, instead of only great tragedies.
Visitors were welcomed with a curiosity and respect, and if they left (as many were so overwhelmed with joy to have found such a paradise they settled in immediately) they did so to tell others of the wonderful city they had found. Amazingly enough, the stories were so powerfully resonating with truth and joy, that instead of invading the city and trying to take it over for themselves, all the communities of the world worked to make their cities like the city of the equally gifted people, until the whole world buzzed and flowed in harmony, celebrating each person's unique gift, whether it was gentleness, great sharp wit, keen perception, innocent curiosity, courageous creativity, profound generosity, or any other of the millions and billions of gifts people brought. No one was made to feel that their gift was wanting in any way, and everyone was taken care of equally, and subsequently no one felt as if they had to hurt or steal or murder to change their situation. Even people who were naturally angry were made comfortable, and were taught to channel their anger into a kind of energy that moved mountains. A lot of them became rock musicians.
Eventually, this world made contact with other worlds, and discovered that these other worlds had figured out how to live this way long, long ago, and their fear that living in harmony couldn't be sustained was erased.
And they all lived happily ever after. The End.

[Smartypants]

Originally posted by amanda
je ne comprend pas votre francais, mais j'apprends vous avez raison.

Sad but true. It's just a famous old French saying that means:

"The more things change, the more they stay the same."

:rolleyes:

[trisherina]

If I could get things to stay the same for a minute... I might.

[Smartypants]

Originally posted by trisherina
If I could get things to stay the same for a minute... I might.

So might I, if for no other reason than that it would be a nice change.

[Coffee]

There once was a kind but shy and bumbling man who had never found true love in his life. One day while at work he discovered a strange land inside his computer filled with fantastic, kind, loving, and supportive creatures. He saw the love there in amidst the jibes and playful insults, and wished to join them and exercise his own creativity as well as hopefully experience some of that creative love and support himself.
While in this strange land he met a very very special creature who seemed drawn to him and he to her. They took a chance and fell hard for each other. The man made several long journeys in the real world attempting to find her. The first trip was like a storybook love story. They fell for each other harder. But as one might imagine, they found that what they imagined in the virtual world was not as accurate as what they found in the real world. Despite best intentions and resolve to communicate considerately with each other, communication broke down in the real world, over points of view about some events that happened to them while they were together the second time, and some bad feelings resulted for both of them. He still cared for her but trying to break through the communication barrier was too painful to continue. So far, sadness continues to this day.

Moral...reality sucks when you fall in love with imaginary creatures. Reserve your heart till you meet a real heart that really loves you too. Only time will truly tell.

[amanda]

Originally posted by Mr. Smartypants
Sad but true. It's just a famous old French saying that means:

"The more things change, the more they stay the same."

:rolleyes:

oui. je sais.

lala... il est tres beau.

merci.

from the bottom of my heart, a million thank you's.

[rapscalious rob]

One day, a monkey ran out of bananas.
He cried a river, but that only drowned the banana groves.
That made him cry even more.
Then he built a boat and drifted to the lands of another monkey.
This monkey had bananas.
But they were a strange kind of banana that the monkey was allergic to.
But he really wanted the bananas.
So he ate them, and died of anaphilactic shock.
The end.

Moral: bananas are worth dying for.

[Klynne]

Originally posted by Coffee
There once was a kind but shy and bumbling man who had never found true love in his life. One day while at work he discovered a strange land inside his computer filled with fantastic, kind, loving, and supportive creatures. He saw the love there in amidst the jibes and playful insults, and wished to join them and exercise his own creativity as well as hopefully experience some of that creative love and support himself.
While in this strange land he met a very very special creature who seemed drawn to him and he to her. They took a chance and fell hard for each other. The man made several long journeys in the real world attempting to find her. The first trip was like a storybook love story. They fell for each other harder. But as one might imagine, they found that what they imagined in the virtual world was not as accurate as what they found in the real world. Despite best intentions and resolve to communicate considerately with each other, communication broke down in the real world, over points of view about some events that happened to them while they were together the second time, and some bad feelings resulted for both of them. He still cared for her but trying to break through the communication barrier was too painful to continue. So far, sadness continues to this day.

Moral...reality sucks when you fall in love with imaginary creatures. Reserve your heart till you meet a real heart that really loves you too. Only time will truly tell.

:( Awww, Coffee

[Master_Jedi]

great i dea, we need to revive

[xfox]

Make it so.

*so she wrote her own story*

A babe was found in swaddling cloth, and grew to be a young woman. No loitering was allowed. She grew old.

The end.

[ambo]

Once upon a time, a woman visited a house where there were a bunch of people talking and playing games. She left the house for 2 years, and when she came back, all the people she used to play with had locked themselves in one room, and hardly ever came out, and most of the other people in the house didn't have a key to the room or didn't even know there was a door.

[dddrum]

Once upon a time, a woman visited a house where there were a bunch of people talking and playing games. She left the house for 2 years, and when she came back, all the people she used to play with had locked themselves in one room, and hardly ever came out, and most of the other people in the house didn't have a key to the room or didn't even know there was a door.

The woman pondered the situation. Suddenly, an idea occurred to her. With a mischievous giggle, she skipped off to the rental store. Thirty minutes later she returned, driving a shiny yellow machine with big, black letters on it that spelled CAT. The motor purred and growled as she rumbled up to the house. The woman threw the engine into neutral, whistling a familiar tune. "Who's afraid of the big, bad wolf," went the words to the song she was whistling. The question was rhetorical.