The Not-So-Subtle-Puddle
A non-animalistic fable about men and their various vain (or not) pursuits
A very smart man went for a walk and stopped in front of the not-so-subtle-puddle and asked, "Puddle, Puddle on the ground, am I the smartest man to be found?"
The not-so-subtle-puddle bubbled and chuckled and replied, "Why, what makes you think that you're the smartest man to be found?"
"I can do calculus and astrophysics and debate nearly any topic."
"Ah...you think that's all it takes...huh? I think you're mind is thick as bricks, but since you're the smartest man I've seen today, you're the smartest man to be found!"
A very strong man went for a walk and stopped in front of the not-so-subtle-puddle and asked, "Puddle, Puddle on the ground, am I the strongest man to be found?"
The not-so-subtle-puddle bubbled and chuckled and replied, "Why, what makes you think that you're the strongest man to be found?"
"I can lift hundreds of pounds and run for miles on end and exercise for hours."
"Ah...you think that's all it takes...huh? I think you're arms are thin as sticks, but since you're the strongest man I've seen today, you're the strongest man to be found!"
A very kind man went for a walk and stopped in front of the not-so-subtle-puddle and asked, "Puddle, Puddle on the ground, am I the kindest man to be found?"
The not-so-subtle-puddle bubbled and chuckled and replied, "Why, what makes you think that you're the kindest man to be found?"
"I care for orphans and widows and give lots of money to charities."
"Ah...you think that's all it takes...huh? I think you're stingy as the Scrooge, but since you're the kindest man I've seen today, you're the kindest man to be found!"
A very holy man went for a walk and stopped in front of the not-so-subtle-puddle and asked, "Puddle, Puddle on the ground, am I the holiest man to be found?"
The not-so-subtle-puddle bubbled and chuckled and replied, "Why, what makes you think that you're the holiest man to be found?"
"I pray twenty-three hours a day and fast and read the scriptures a lot."
Before the not-so-subtle-puddle could bubble or chuckle or reply, a semi truck drove over it and it was no longer there at all.
Covered in mud, from the puddle splashing up on him, the very holy man laughed, "Ah-ha... None are holy...not even one!"
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Oh, this was a splash of brilliance! That puddle had sass, wisdom, and the perfect comedic timing—until, well… truck. Moral of the story? Stay humble, don’t debate puddles, and maybe watch out for traffic!