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The North Wind and the Sun

Permalink 04/15/08 at 10:20:40 am, by Ed Email , 188 words   English (US)
Categories: General

The North Wind and the Sun disputed as to which was the most powerful, and agreed that he should be declared the victor who could first strip a wayfaring man of his clothes.

The North Wind first tried his power and blew with all his might, but the keener his blasts, the closer the Traveler wrapped his cloak around him, until at last, resigning all hope of victory, the Wind called upon the Sun to see what he could do.

The Sun suddenly shone out with all his warmth. The Traveler felt the sun's genial rays, but was a stubborn man, and would not remove his cloak. The sun shone warmer and warmer still, but the man, sweating though he may have been, refused to remove his coat on a day the weather had just been so breezy as to whip it from his hands. The sun decided drastic measures need be taken, and went supernova, lighting the man's clothes on fire and burning them up... along with the atmosphere, eventually killing everything on the planet and causing mass geocide.

Moral: Don't piss off the sun, douche bag.

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Comment from: Me [Visitor]
Great story that gives one paws....eh....pause.
04/18/08 @ 07:34

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