Five fables
By Kelvin Christopher James

A Fable about Consistency

There was a man who did take-in work. He maintained abnormal physiological rates for a healthy fee. A rare professional, he would be sick for anyone: even the doctors.

Then, at the very peak of his powers, his systems collapsed. Seems that, as his experience had grown, he had become more than good. He was remarkably better.

So after a short delay, he passed on as a pauper.

MORAL: Men settle down.

A Fable about Time

One summer day I wanted to check out something. So I put on my heaviest coat and went outside and stood among my neighbours. The day was very hot and soon I was sweating lava. All the while, I asked everyone who was near me, “What time is it?”

They answered either that they did not know, or they gave me an approximation, or those who had watches told me the hour.

No one told me that it was the wrong time for a heavy coat.

On the next hot day I checked out in a higher socio-economic neighbourhood. It was said that the people there were better educated. They had more culture. So I went and stood making sweat where they had to pass. Again I asked what time it was.

Not one of them answered me. They crossed to the other side!

MORAL: Any time is better than no time at all.

A Fable about Language

There was a gung-ho Bro named Moises, who, because he had but a smidgen of Chinese, decided to “get into” that ancient language.

To gain a practical point of view, he embedded in a thriving “take out” joint. He noted carefully as the chief chef composed a tasty shrimp “flied” rice in 2.63 minutes.

Still, from order to dispatch via delivery, more than the raw speed dizzied Moises’s perceptions. What more finely mixed up his chopsticks and chopped short his noodles was one bold and plain insight.

The chief chef chap was Mexican.

MORAL: Linguistics is fraught.

A Fable about a Day or So

There was once a woman who took off Thursdays; after Wednesday evenings, she went directly to Friday.

Soon her friends missed her Thursdays, and developed a certain dismay about the matter. They queried among themselves, “What’s with her, Thursdays?”

Consequently, many of their days were spent in unrest. Thus it came about that they never realised the woman in question had taken off Mondays as well!

MORAL: One day does not always follow the other.

A Fable about a Certain Young Lady

There was a Certain Young Lady who had a handsome Boy, and because she liked him so much, decided to keep him.

But soon the Boy grew Larger than Handy and stretched her resources to the Limit, making her then determined to unfetter them both from this Deviated state d’affaires.

However, a consequent Traumatic withdrawal period convinced her that She had had Him “by the nose”, and that She was unable to satisfactorily get Him out her system.

Nowadays, she Solicits the ease of Strangers to Help up-keep her overgrown Habit.