The fable of the Mongoose and the Cobra:

The fable of the Mongoose and the Cobra: Long ago, Mongoose and Cobra were the best of friends. But that all changed on one fateful day. Cobra had found the perfect place for a

The Cobra wanted it. The Bengal Tiger wanted it. The Bear wanted it. The monkeys all wanted it. Hell even the vultures wanted it. So Mongoose said to the Cobra, "We all want it."

Cobra was wily & saw his chance. "I sssee. Sshare it sshall we? Needss a knife. Do we?" He fixed them with his cold black pupils. Tiger & Bear, Monkey & Vultures nodded but Mongoos

didn't seem to like this very much. "Mongoos!" Tiger whispered, "Why didn't you nod? Snake is going to eat us now!" Monkey squealed

with derision. "Snake is too small to swallow Mongoose and Tiger," Monkey opined, clearly possessing more intelligence than both of them put together. "Just stomp on him, and you

can travel shod." The way Monkey said it made it sound like a judgement. The Snake looked at the Mongoose & Tiger with a look that asked if they were seeing the same thing. A nod &

the monkey knew his days were numbered. His days on stage, his days in this town, and his days being alive before the nothingness of the grave consumed him. His friends abandoned

him, refusing to pick and eat fleas from his hairy back and ass crack. Friendless, the monkey picked and ate fleas from his OWN back—but couldn’t reach his ass crack. He had to

place a personal ad in the Monkey Free Press looking for someone to pick the fleas from his ass crack and feed them to him. One banana per flea. As of today, no one has responded.