Josh's+Fable

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**__ You Should Treat Others How You Want To Be Treated //.// __ **

//There once was a grumpy old lady who lived just outside the city of Crankyesville, Ohio. She was married to the supervisor of the local factory. He was a very hardworking man, and supported her in any way he could. Always giving her the kindness he held within his heart. Even so, the crude lady didn’t seem to appreciate his efforts. Subconsciously, she had transformed from her husband’s beautiful bride to his biggest pest. She scolded him day and night it seemed, and no matter what he did in her presence nothing was ever good enough to satisfy her. Though he tried his best to treat her like an angel, in return he was treated like a worthless servant. As the time passed, the situation in the couple’s home in Crankeysville worsened. Many days of harsh words and scolding had passed, yet the old lady seemed to feel no remorse for her actions. Still without a sound spoken on the matter, the loving husband went on with his business; doing whatever he could to please his wife. But in holding his tongue he pushed his emotions deeper and deeper within himself. There was a boiling pit of animosity bubbling in the innermost depths of his soul, waiting to erupt like a volcano. One Saturday morning, the sun rose bright and early to awake the sleeping couple. The wife rolled over, muttering something under her breath, and went back to sleep. At that moment, the husband stared at his bride, in deep thought. “What has become of us?” he thought to himself. Running through his mind were all the beautiful memories they had shared in the early days of there relationship. The thoughts pained him so; they cut open his heart and every last bit of emotion he had drained out in that moment. Still looking at his wife, the great sorrow he felt quickly shifted to anger. How could she have ruined their life together? How could she treat him like dirt, and expect to be treated like gold? The hatred which he had hidden for so long inside himself slowly oozed out and showed upon his face. With each stare into her face more and more anger build up inside of him. A cloud of darkness captured his soul there in that bad, He finally decided to give her what she deserved. Climbing out of bed in a blind rage, he stomped into the shed. Whirling around, he searched for something to inflict the most pain possible to his unsuspecting wife. Finally his eyes met his weapon of choice, the metal axe which he had used to clear the trees from his lawn not too long ago. He forcefully gripped the weapon, marching back into the house in a trance. He arrived back in the bedroom and found his wife still fast asleep. He slowly approached her tightening his grip on the death tool. With all the emotions he had left in him he delivered hacking blow after hacking blow. His dying wife let out one sharp scream after another, until she could scream no more. The bed where the couple had once laid peacefully, was now soaked in blood representing the pain the husband endured throughout their marriage. This fable serves as a painful remainder that you should treat others how you yourself would like to be treated. //