Aesop's Jacked Fables

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The Oak and the Woodcutters

THE WOODCUTTER cut down a Mountain Oak and split it in pieces, making wedges of its own branches for dividing the trunk. Blood gushed from the Oak's wounds. The Woodcutter paused at this because in all of his years he had never seen such a thing.

He soon shrugged it off as some anomaly and continued chopping away as mangled guts and bits of flesh began erupting from the wounds though he couldn't quite tell from whence they came as it just looked like bloody wood before and after each blow.

A couple of other trees happened by and screamed at the sight of him covered in gore with his ax in hand. Not knowing what else to do he chased them and cut them down. Now he was out in the open and trees were everywhere panicking and running every which way screaming.

He managed to hack down a couple of saplings before being shot by a mall security guard.

Misfortunes springing from ourselves are the hardest to bear.

The Oak and the Woodcutters (original fable)

THE WOODCUTTER cut down a Mountain Oak and split it in pieces, making wedges of its own branches for dividing the trunk. The Oak said with a sigh, "I do not care about the blows of the axe aimed at my roots, but I do grieve at being torn in pieces by these wedges made from my own branches."

Misfortunes springing from ourselves are the hardest to bear.

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