A parable

Once upon a time there was a young mouse named Etak. Etak loved to go to the nearby pond to pick up random, handsome frogs who would buy her lovely lily pads and daffodils made of cheese. MMMM. She loved cheese too.

But Etak was married to a horrible tyrant rat named Lrak. Lrak hated freedom and America, and forbade Etak to visit the pond, except on Sundays when Lrak needed a frog of his own to water his garden and fix his roof for substandard prices.

One summer, the blazing desert sun of Sontuc dried up the pond and nearly killed all the frogs. Where the frogs were once mighty and rich, now they were left as migrant workers trying to eke out a living for their tadpole army, who moved to Sallad to be near plentiful jobs and a rich environment of affordable housing. Lrak was peeved because he could no longer afford the rates that the frogs charge to fix his goddamn roof. It made him mad and he threw his computer at the pet rabbit, named Atiba. Etak still loved the frogs, despite their poverty, and would often dress up like a tramp to try to woo them to buy them the casual luxuries way beyond their means. They never could, but she hung out with them anyway.

Etak realized that all the good Mexi...frogs were in Sallad and demanded that Lrak move their budding family to that land of plenty. Lrak, being the sadistic, freedom-hating, Communist dictator that he was, refused to comply with her wishes and is forcing her to stick to her hated job of selling mouse crap to Internet perverts for year old gouda. God she hated her job!

So Etak offered this subtle threat to Lrak: Transfer your job of selling mouse traps to big kittens to Sallad or she will cut off your love-making tail with a rusty butcher knife and throw it on the highway for the ravens to eat.

Love you!,

Etak