Here goes:
Once upon a time there was a lady. She wanted to have a baby. And she did. But she was sad, because the baby had brown hair. "I wanted a blond!" she screamed, throwing the baby of a cliff.
She then had another baby. It had red hair. "I wanted a blond!" she shouted, again throwing her off the cliff.
The days past, and many a child was thrown off a cliff. Then, the lady reached the age of 40. "I'm too old now! I'll never have a blonde baby!" She lived the rest of her life in depression.
Oh, and she was put in prison for throwing babies of cliffs.
THE END!
Once upon a time there was a lady. She wanted to have a baby. And she did. But she was sad, because the baby had brown hair. "I wanted a blond!" she screamed, throwing the baby of a cliff.
She then had another baby. It had red hair. "I wanted a blond!" she shouted, again throwing her off the cliff.
The days past, and many a child was thrown off a cliff. Then, the lady reached the age of 40. "I'm too old now! I'll never have a blonde baby!" She lived the rest of her life in depression.
Oh, and she was put in prison for throwing babies of cliffs.
THE END!
An Aesop's Fable
One hot summer's day a Fox was strolling through an orchard till he came to a bunch of Grapes just ripening on a vine which had been trained over a lofty branch. "Just the thing to quench my thirst," quoth he. Drawing back a few paces, he took a run and a jump, and just missed the bunch. Turning round again with a One, Two, Three, he jumped up, but with no greater success. Again and again he tried after the tempting morsel, but at last had to give it up, and walked away with his nose in the air, saying: "I am sure they are sour."
It is easy to despise what you cannot get