Aesop's Jacked Fables

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The Sick Kite

A KITE, sick unto death, said to his mother: "O Mother! Do not mourn, but at once invoke the sciences that my life may be prolonged."

She replied, "Alas! My son, which of the gods do you think will pity you? Is there one whom you have not outraged by filching from their very altars a part of the sacrifice offered up to them?"

"Please get the fucking doctor!" he snapped. "I'll worry about the Gods when it comes to that."

We must gather knowledge in prosperity if we would cheat the Gods in adversity.

The Sick Kite (original fable)

A KITE, sick unto death, said to his mother: "O Mother! do not mourn, but at once invoke the gods that my life may be prolonged." She replied, "Alas! my son, which of the gods do you think will pity you? Is there one whom you have not outraged by filching from their very altars a part of the sacrifice offered up to them?"

We must make friends in prosperity if we would have their help in adversity.

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