Don’t think too highly of yourself. You may be the one spoiling the cake; and is that something you want to lose your head over? Pride comes before a great fall, and usually on ones face. Troublemakers always loose out, and in the end justice will prevail.

Why not add one of your own morals to this modern day Fable?

I composed this poem after a dismal year of job hunting. I was fearful because I was losing too much. I was joyous because I witnessed some great and beautiful things. I was proud and defiant, because I can't be otherwise.

There's this guy from India who follows the blog, he mailed me yesterday. He was caught up in a tight situation. Here's what the mail said...

Ayo!! Lord Phocklin! Hi I am a follower of your blog. I make it a point to visit it atleast twice a week and I think its pretty cool! Okay lets get to the point. I want to share my story with you so that you can let me know if am right or wrong.