Aesop's Jacked Fables

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The Rose and the Amaranth

AN AMARANTH planted near a Rosebush, thus addressed it: "What a lovely flower is the Rose, a favorite alike with Gods and with men. I envy you your beauty and your perfume."

The Rose replied, "I indeed, dear Amaranth, flourish but for a brief season! If no cruel hand pluck me from my stem, yet I must perish by an early doom. But thou art immortal and dost never fade, but bloomest for ever in renewed youth."

They pondered this a moment as a dull roar grew steadily. Before noticing the danger they were consumed by a Lawn Mower with a loud thrashing.

"Fucking weeds," grumbled the Mower.

The Rose and the Amaranth (original fable)

AN AMARANTH planted in a garden near a Rose-Tree, thus addressed it: "What a lovely flower is the Rose, a favorite alike with Gods and with men. I envy you your beauty and your perfume." The Rose replied, "I indeed, dear Amaranth, flourish but for a brief season! If no cruel hand pluck me from my stem, yet I must perish by an early doom. But thou art immortal and dost never fade, but bloomest for ever in renewed youth."

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