Saturday, January 15, 2005

A fork in the zoad

Props to Dr. Seuss (via the Pontificator) for this little parable:

Did I ever tell you about the young Zoad, who came to a sign at the fork of the road.

The Zoad had to make up his mind what to do.

Well, the Zoad scratched his head, and his chin, and his pants—and he said to himself “I’ll be taking a chance.”

If I go to place One, that place may be hot, so how will I know if I like it or not.

If I go to Place Two and find it’s too cool, in that case I may catch a chill and turn blue.

So Place One may be best and not Place Two. “Play safe!” cried the Zoad.

“I’ll play safe, I’m no dunce. I’ll simply start off to both places at once.”

And that’s how the Zoad who would not take a chance went no place at all with a split in his pants.

This tale quite nicely describes my life for the past year few years. The good (?!) news is I have decided to take a risk. Abba didn't raise no Zoad.

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