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| Once upon a time on a farm, there was a little red hen. She got up one morning, stretched her wings and said, "Today would be a good day to bake some bread". She started getting all the stuff out of the cabinets, but thought to herself it sure would be nice to have some daggone help. So the little red hen went out into the barnyard and yelled, "Who will help me mix up a batch of daggone dough?" "Not I" said the little donkey as he continued to shee haw..."Not I" said the little piglet and he continued to twirl in the mud..."Not I" said the little duck as she swam around in circles..."Not I" said the pea fowl as he continued to scratch the dirt in search of insects...the little red hen hollered back at them, "Ok, I'll mix the daggone dough myself!" After about 30 minutes of wing mixing the dough, the little red hen waltzed out on the porch and once again yelled "Who will help me knead this daggone dough?" Again, the barnyard creatures refused to help, and continued to do what I described earlier; and again the little red hen hollered back at them, "Fine, I'll knead the daggone dough myself!!!" And w/ that, she walked back into the kitchen and began to knead the daggone dough, a long and arduous process for sure. After kneading the daggone dough for nigh an hour, her wings began to become sore and swell; she began to get whizzed off, but bit her beak and waited patiently for the mixed, kneaded daggone dough to rise. As she waited, she put the mixing bowl and other stuff she had used in the dishwasher and began sweeping the floor. Four and 1/2 hrs. later, when the yeast impregnated daggone dough had risen to the point that the little red hen thought it should be, she hopped back onto the porch and once again yelled "Who will help me bake this daggone bread?". And once again, the same response from the other barnyard critters. Screaming at the top of her lungs, the little red hen hollered "NO PROBLEM...I'LL BAKE THE DAGGONE BREAD MYSELF!!!!!" And having said that, she stormed back into the kitchen, slamming the screen door behind her, knocking over the table chairs and threw a spatula through a window. As she collapsed onto the floor sobbing, she remembered the daggone bread and got up and slid it into the oven on 350 degrees for 50 minutes. She sat down and nodded off...she awoke w/ a start as the timer began to buzz, alerting her that the daggone bread should be done and ready to pull from the oven! The little red hen donned an oven mitt, opened the door, and as she gently pulled the loaf from the rack, quickly realized that she was daggone nigh starving to death! She placed the bread to cool on an open window sill, and the scent of the heavenly loaf drifted out across the farm. by this time, it was late afternoon, and all the other barnyard peeps were getting hungry. The little red hen stepped out on the porch and for the last time yelled "Who will help me EAT this bread?" All of a sudden all the other little creatures started hauling bu++ toward the porch... "I WILL!!!" screamed the small donkey..."I WILL!!!" squealed the fat little vietnamese pot bellied piglet..."I WILL!!!" moaned the web footed mallard..."I WILL!!!" screeched the speckled pea fowl...the famished critters had almost made it to the porch, when the little red hen whipped out a 9mm pistol from underneath her wing; calmly she looked each of them in the eye and said "No thank you, I think I'll eat it all MYSELF!!!"
I hope each of our readers will be able to disect this exciting fable and leave the board w/ a lesson learned! It is our desire to provide lessons that will last a lifetime, and that peeps will put into practice what they have learned... |
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Location: Rice Lake,WI | Excellent lesson. Don't pis# off hens,their armed! |
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Location: NeverNever Lake | Sometimes in this game called "Life", if no one will help you, you may have to wing it................................................... |
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Location: Northwest Chicago Burbs | Phew, a non-musky thread so I can post my little lesson!
> One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried
piteously
> for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally he decided
> the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway, it just
> wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey. He invited all his neighbors to
> come
> over and help him. They each grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt
into
> the well.
>
> At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then,
> to everyone's amazement, he quieted down. A few shovel loads later, the
> farmer looked down the well, and was astonished at what he saw.
>
> As every shovel of dirt hit his back, the donkey would shake it off and
> take
> a step up. As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of
the
> animal, he would shake it off and take a step up.
>
> Pretty soon, everyone was amazed, as the donkey stepped up over the edge
of
> the well and trotted off.
>
> The Moral: Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The
> trick
> is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a stepping
> stone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never
> giving up! Shake it off and take a step up!
>
> Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
>
> 1. Free your heart from hatred.
> 2. Free your mind from worries.
> 3. Live simply.
> 4. Give more.
> 5. Expect less.
>
> O.K., enough of that bullsh!t.
>
> The donkey later came back, caught the farmer out in the field and kicked
> the sh!t out of him. Then he went over to each of his neighbors farms and
> kicked the sh!t out of them, too.
>
> The REAL Moral:
>
> When you try to cover your ass, it always comes back to get you.
>
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| LOL X 100 dude! There are times we need to use our noggins other than for battering rams...this is such a time. Perhaps more will share their "life lessons"; I was going to weave a musky into the duck puddle above, but felt the idea I had in mind was too traumatic for younger fisher peeps to digest... |
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Location: Holly, MI |
Musky season is not open yet where Sponge lives, right? |
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| Year long season my friend! They recently changed me medication at the V.A., thus allowing me the benefit of deeper thinking and the ability to share that which is thought. For the first time in years, my report card reveals a check mark in the "Gets along well w/ others", and life now has a new purpose; I don't care what they say, I won't live in a world w/out love...so please, lock me away... |
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