A Sad Tale
One day as I waited at a local feed store for two sacks of grain to be brought out, I looked down. I saw a kernel of corn lying on the ground and it was weeping.
“Why are you weeping, why are you so sad?’ I asked the kernel of corn.
“Here I will lay until I rot,” it answered. I will never grow into a fine stalk of corn or feel the morning mist upon my leaves, nor give up my fruit to those who need it.”
Adios
One day as I waited at a local feed store for two sacks of grain to be brought out, I looked down. I saw a kernel of corn lying on the ground and it was weeping.
“Why are you weeping, why are you so sad?’ I asked the kernel of corn.
“Here I will lay until I rot,” it answered. I will never grow into a fine stalk of corn or feel the morning mist upon my leaves, nor give up my fruit to those who need it.”
Adios
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