Chapter and cap (fable)

Once, the heads planned to remove the cap, thought, had all the rights: to wear for twenty years all the same, there is no reason, sometimes I want to get dressed for the season. And so shakes, and Syak - anca cape is growing up a full relationship! And what is there under her - go to imagine ...

Once, the heads planned to remove the cap, thought, had all the rights: to wear for twenty years all the same, there is no reason, sometimes I want to get dressed for the season. And so shakes, and Syak - anca cape is growing up a full relationship!

And what is there under it - go to imagine: in the cozy darkness, parasites frolic - and mosquitoes, and bees endlessly, and traffic jams in three rings. And the smell is abominable, and that there is a greatly disgusting lining, and there are many thousands of a special whistle right for it. “Yes, you grew up! Yes, you’re already from the heat, as in August the marsh of a peat! I am already, the chapter, gave you to you?! ”And the cap is gloomy:“ You didn’t put me on. ”The main thing is for the visor - and the parasites are in chorus:“ You are kidding over the headdress! We are loyal to you - and you, the edren, dare to shoot us! ”

The chapter was offended: “You, you’re a flock, understand, for twenty years, like a pancake, I’m dragging you!” And the cap: “The old horse does not spoil the furrows. Your moderation is completely uninteresting to me,” my maintenance was angry. Having remembered the Annals, she throws the central channels into battle, lowers them an order for a formidable movie: “Pancake-Pester”, “Sharped cap”, “The Climb lining” ... But the cap was bitten by Tabor: this is all the same. He is only valuable, that he is not removed, even though you are seduum. Without thinking, once I put it on Lenin - yes, he died in it. He thought, understood the question of the price: scraped himself with a knife, knocks on the wall -
And the cap remained afloat, but wants to take off the head! “Do not pamper, youth. We, the elders, are strong in spirit. Society of society in the Fatherland are such that local society cannot live without a cap, but it can - without a chapter. What kind of I fell so much to lose it for a few sins?! You can’t take away my bees, nor fat, nor all my beams, nor all my beams! ”

“Yes,” the head thinks, “I was firmly pressed. I can’t take off the pitch to me - am I the head?” Is there a chapter?! He runs to another chapter (there were two of them): - What should I do, tell me! And so tremble with fear! And that in response: “Be sure to! Serious things: for more than a year I want to take off my father - yes, as it were, I haven’t taken us two daddy. "While they had encouraged each other in tears, the dad and the cap laughed in response to them ...

Reader, idiot! You, right, wait for morality? It's time to understand that there is no morality here.