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“The Good Dog with No Confidence” (an Adult Fable)

There once was a dog who was so good he became known only as “Good Boy.” He knew he had another name at the vet and the groomer, but he cherished this second name above all else — for he loved being a “good boy” in the tough world in which he and his human dad, “Hooman,” lived.

One day, Good Boy saw that Hooman was watching some type of video on his screen. The movie was talking about something called “confidence” that Good Boy had never heard of.

It talked about how, if you have confidence, it means you know you have something to offer.

Good Boy was astonished. Hooman had been through so much. Maybe that’s why Hooman could not feel this “confidence”? Maybe because Hooman had been through rough times, he could not always be confident, like the video talked about.

Or maybe if he had it, he just didn’t show it.

But Good Boy knew Hooman was still a good person and had a good heart. Good Boy knew what was good. Hooman fed and cared for him and other people. Hooman worked hard and was honest.

Good Boy did not understand why this “confidence” mattered more than what was in Hooman’s heart.

Even worse….Good Boy did not think he had confidence himself. He had never even heard of it before! He thought in horror, “Does that mean I am not really a good boy?

MORAL: When it comes to others, look at their heart and goodness. These matter above all else.

 

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“The Cat and the Ice Cream Parlour” (an Adult Fable)

A cat eating ice cream

(Audio reading at end of text.)

In a small town, there lived a group of stray cats. The cats walked around at night and had fun until morning. They got along splendidly, for they were all decent, nice cats that liked each other’s company. They liked the same music that people played on the street in the evening. They liked finding the same scraps and would share them. They liked going to the same hill with flowers, which in the middle of night, smelled with soft beauty from the fading day.

There was a tabby cat, a cat with blotches, a gray cat and a cat named Speckles, who looked as her name described.

At night, when they talked cat talk under the moon, they could see the town from their view on the hill. They saw a fancy group of cats go every night into the ice cream parlour. They would sneak into a small hole on the side of the building and smush their way in its walls.

Gray Cat would say, “I bet they drink the milk. I heard the ice cream-selling humans worried because their bottles had been turned over, and they were empty.”

Speckles, however, looked upon the fancy cats in awe — and wanted to be their friend instead. There was a fluffy white cat with a gold collar, a smooth-haired black cat and one that looked sort of like a lion.

One evening, Speckles got brave and went up to Furry White Cat. “I like your collar,” said Speckles.

Furry White Cat sat and licked her paws. “My human got it for me. You probably don’t get to see gold collars at your house. Why don’t you come with us tonight, and you’ll see how real cats live?”

So Speckles did not go back to her old true friends on the hill. From that moment on, she vowed to be friends only with the fancy cats. They stole milk from the humans and said the milk outside wasn’t enough. They even put their heads in the ice cream tubs at the parlour and licked it up.

“This one’s bubble gum,” said Smooth-Haired Cat, of some blue ice cream. “It’s flavor of the month — and it is the cat’s pajamas.”

And as you can imagine, a cat saying “it’s the cat’s pajamas” is the highest compliment a cat can give (because they did not wear pajamas and coveted them in winter).

Eventually, the fancy cats got bored with Speckles and suddenly said she needs to find “cats of her own kind,” accusing Speckles of being boring.

Speckles walked back to the flowery hill with her head down. She saw only the flowers and the moon all night — she knew not that her old and true friends had all started gathering on a different hill.

Thus it happened that Speckles lost her old and true friends.

Moral: Be leery of those who befriend based on “flavor of the month.”