"Two little mice fell into a bucket of cream. The first mouse quickly gave up and drowned, but the second mouse, he struggled so hard that he eventually churned that cream into butter and he walked out..."
Then along came a man and discovered that the other mice was not dead at all. He did seem rather weak and feeble but had survived by eating the butter made by the other mouse. The man decided to leave him there and help him out by providing the bucket with a roof and bringing him some butter every day. He expected the mouse to eventually recover completely and leave the bucket, but no matter how much he coaxed him out the mouse seemed to be quite content to stay in the bucket and wait for his butter everyday.
And so it became part of the man's habit to do this every day. He quite enjoyed it. It added meaning and purpose to his life. But butter is expensive, and he couldn't afford to endlessly support the little mouse like this. Then one day he saw the other mouse. This mouse had, by now, gotten himself a nice new home of his own under the floorboards. He often saw the little mouse scurrying around, and he seemed to have more than enough to live on. It didn't seem fair, the man thought, for one mouse to have so much and for other to make do with just butter.
He then had his idea. He trapped the mouse one day. And again put him back into a bucket. But this time a much bigger bucket. He then poured cream into it that the mouse duly turned into butter. But the bucket was too big for him to climb out of this time. The man took out half of the butter and gave it to the other mouse. He continued to do this every day until he tripped over the buckets one day and broke his neck.
The mice both walked out of the upturned buckets and one subsequently ate the other.
Then along came a man and discovered that the other mice was not dead at all. He did seem rather weak and feeble but had survived by eating the butter made by the other mouse. The man decided to leave him there and help him out by providing the bucket with a roof and bringing him some butter every day. He expected the mouse to eventually recover completely and leave the bucket, but no matter how much he coaxed him out the mouse seemed to be quite content to stay in the bucket and wait for his butter everyday.
And so it became part of the man's habit to do this every day. He quite enjoyed it. It added meaning and purpose to his life. But butter is expensive, and he couldn't afford to endlessly support the little mouse like this. Then one day he saw the other mouse. This mouse had, by now, gotten himself a nice new home of his own under the floorboards. He often saw the little mouse scurrying around, and he seemed to have more than enough to live on. It didn't seem fair, the man thought, for one mouse to have so much and for other to make do with just butter.
He then had his idea. He trapped the mouse one day. And again put him back into a bucket. But this time a much bigger bucket. He then poured cream into it that the mouse duly turned into butter. But the bucket was too big for him to climb out of this time. The man took out half of the butter and gave it to the other mouse. He continued to do this every day until he tripped over the buckets one day and broke his neck.
The mice both walked out of the upturned buckets and one subsequently ate the other.