“So the story was told to me… So the story is told to you”
Lots of stories have morals, but we do not even think about it. My grandmother told me a funny story once. In this story, My Great-Grandmother tells my grandmother that it is time for lunch, and they are having bologna sandwiches. My grandmother hates bologna. My great-grandmother leaves to go talk to one of her friends on the phone. My grandmother tries to dispose of the bologna. First, she throws it on the ceiling (she was 5) and it sticks. So, she takes a broom and pulls it off. Then, she tries to put it down the garbage chute, but it sticks to the outer rim. So, my Grandmother then throws it down the cellar stairs as she hears someone coming. My great-grandfather then is walking up the cellar stairs, and the bologna hits him. She gets in trouble, and then has to eat some bologna. (she was allowed to get a new piece) The moral of this story is not to take shortcuts through life. Sometimes, the easiest path is still difficult. If you always take the path that will save you at the moment, it will bring you down later. If my grandmother had eaten the bologna, she may have been disgusted by it, but it would have saved her being grounded if she did.
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Hmm, very cognitive post.
Is this theme good unough for the Digg?
you have to have this theme
its a school blog