The Three Little Chicks

Once upon a time there were three little chicks named Terri, Angie, and Emily. These three were the best of friends and did everything together. One day they decided to get out of their parent's homes and move to a nice little neighborhood (near a Wal-Mart) and build homes of their own.

About the same time a weasel named Amy had been seen skulking around the neighborhood where the chicks were building their houses. Hearing about this, they decided that they would build the strongest houses they could because everyone knows how weasels love little chicks for breakfast.

So Terri got to work on her house. Even having good intentions, Terri was still pretty ignorant when it came to home construction and decided to build her house out of birdseed. She spent hours and hours meticulously stacking seed and forming walls and rooms. Pretty soon she had the house built, but it had cost her a lot more money than she thought it would.

Angie had also gotten to work on her own house and while she was a little more construction minded than Terri, she was still not what you'd call proficient. She'd read in a magazine somewhere that paper mache makes great building material and so she decided to build her house out of that. She spent days mixing up the paste and tearing up newspapers and finally she had a nice little two bedroom, one bath mache house.

Emily, who was a chick then, but had been a dung beetle in a past lifetime, knew more about building than the rest of them. She knew that although stinky, the best houses were made out of dung. Luckily for her the local Wal-Mart just happened to have a large assortment of dung available for gardening and building purposes. So she went down to the Wal-Mart and went back into the dung department. She had it in her head that elephant or rhino dung would probably be the best for this project.

Little did Emily realize that the very same weasel, Amy, who had been wandering their neighborhood also worked at Wal-mart as manager of the dung department! Amy recognized Emily as she strolled into the area and quickly ran behind the counter and disguised herself by putting on an outrageous flaming red wig. Emily didn't recognize Amy and proceeded to order enough elephant and rhino dung to build a small palace.

Later that day the dung was delivered and Emily got to work on her house. She sweated and toiled for a long time but eventually she had a beautiful little house made entirely of hardened dung.

All three chicks now had their own places and they were very happy. They decided to have a party at Terri's house to celebrate. So they all got together there, but Terri had spent so much money building her house that she didn't have the cash for snacks. "No problem though!" she said, "Let's just eat one of the walls!" So that's just what they did!

It so happened that Amy was sneaking around the chicks' houses looking for a way to get inside. As soon as the little chicks finished eating the wall, Amy burst inside and chased them all around, trying to get her greasy little paws on them! They all ran around frantically and finally managed to get out of the house and ran to Angie's home. They rushed inside and shut the door!

Unfortunately for the chicks it came a big rainstorm! Because Angie believed everything she read in magazines, her house didn't have a chance. Before it even collapsed, the chicks ran out the back door and escaped into the supposed safety of Emily's dung house. There they were so happy again because they thought for sure they were safe in this house!

But even as they sat there pecking some seeds, Emily looked out the window and saw Amy just sitting in the driveway waiting. Odd she thought! Then suddenly a large section of her house just broke off and fell to the ground. Amy jumped through the hole and gobbled up all three little chicks! Then she sat back and laughed and laughed because she had sold Emily kangaroo instead of elephant and rhino dung and everyone knows that kangaroo dung melts in water like snow!

So what's the moral?

Never do business with a redheaded weasel named Amy because you never know what kind of crap she'll sell you!

THE END

Barry Bell

Here it is. They were debating over whether or not things like the holocaust, 911, and other disasters were the result of karmic debt or simply "accidents". Personally, I think that EVERYTHING happens for a reason, and there really are no mistakes. Here was my way of explaining my theory to her...

Hi Margaret!

I understand what you are saying and it's something I struggled with myself.
It does seem like bad things happen to good people, even when those people
probably couldn't have "deserved" the karmic punishment. But the way I've
got it figured, and this is only my opinion, is that it seems that way
because we as humans look at everything in a sequential time line. That is,
we see one thing leading to another, leading to another, and so on. But
imagine if time itself didn't exist and we could step outside of this
existence and see the entire progress of a soul, not in a point to point
fashion, but rather as a spherical one. There's no beginning point and no
ending point, but every part of the circle is connected and affects every
other part.

Think of it like getting a new book, but instead of reading from beginning
to end you start with the middle chapters and just skip around through the
book. At parts it doesn't make any sense at all, but after you've completed
the entire thing it all finally comes together.

Does that make any sense at all?

Blessings! Barry