A fence : A story with a great moral...
(By Anonymous. Awesomified by Matthew Dean)
There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy's father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.
On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!
Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.
It wasn't long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn't lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn't wait to tell his father.
Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.
Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
"You have done very well, my son," he smiled, "but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same."
Suddenly, a T-Rex burst through the fence.
"Gah! A T-Rex!" shouted the boy's father.
"How did the T-Rex burst through the fence, dad?" shouted the boy above the T-Rex's roar. "Was it because my metaphorical anger weakened the fence? Is this a lesson in how anger allows T-Rex's to attack us?"
"What are you talking about?" shouted his father. "It's just a T-Rex. Anger has nothing to do with it. The fence couldn't stop it. It's just going to eat us!"
"Oh," said the boy. We watched the T-Rex approaching his father, ready to eat him. Then the boy got angry, VERY angry, and walked over to the T-Rex, took his hammer, and drove a long nail into the T-Rex's leg.
The T-Rex roared in pain and whipped around, limping back the way it came. It crashed through another part of the fence, growling with pain as it disappeared into the suburban jungle.
The father stared at the fence, then back at the boy. He shook his head. "That thing was huge. How did you have the courage to do that?" his father asked him.
The boy shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I just got angry enough." The boy looked sheepish and hung his head. "I guess I lost my temper."
The boy started to walk over to the half-destroyed fence, ready to put another nail in it. But his father walked over, stopping him, and grabbing the hammer.
"You know what?" his father said. "I think we've both learned our lesson. Tomorrow, let's put those hammering skills to use and build a new fence."
The boy smiled. "That sounds a lot better, dad."