{"id":665,"date":"2010-09-22T14:49:19","date_gmt":"2010-09-22T13:49:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.whisperedwords.nl\/?p=665"},"modified":"2010-09-22T14:49:19","modified_gmt":"2010-09-22T13:49:19","slug":"mites-and-maybees","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/whisperedwords.nl\/?p=665","title":{"rendered":"mites and maybees"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Long, long ago<br \/>\non an island far away,<br \/>\nsat The Land of Mites and Maybees<br \/>\nto the left of Backbone Bay.<br \/>\nThe mites were hearty creatures,<br \/>\nthey would never hurt a soul.<br \/>\nBut their problem was they never could<br \/>\nachieve a single goal.They knew just what they wanted,<br \/>\nand they&#8217;d ponder it at length,<br \/>\nbut when it came to action,<br \/>\nthey just didn&#8217;t have the strength.<br \/>\nThe maybees were quite similar,<br \/>\nwith only slight revisions.<br \/>\nThey&#8217;d say &#8220;maybe this&#8221; and &#8220;maybe that&#8221;,<br \/>\nbut never reached decisions.<br \/>\nThere was a king, King Know It All,<br \/>\nwho loved to take advantage<br \/>\nof these measly mites and maybees<br \/>\nwhom without him could not manage<br \/>\nOr so they thought, for they&#8217;d been told<br \/>\nand learned so deep within<br \/>\nthat there&#8217;s just no sense in trying<br \/>\nwhen you know you cannot win.<br \/>\nAnd so the king, with ruling hand<br \/>\ngrew stronger every day.<br \/>\nFor the mites and maybees just assumed<br \/>\nthat his was the best way<br \/>\nTill one bright day, out of the blue,<br \/>\na mini-mite was walking<br \/>\nand in his sheltered innocence,<br \/>\nhe suddenly began talking.&#8221;Why do we weed our gardens by hand<br \/>\nwhen it&#8217;s faster with a hoe?<br \/>\nAnd why do we sled in summertime<br \/>\ninstead of in the snow?<br \/>\nWhy do we paint our buildings brown,<br \/>\nwhen red is so much brighter?<br \/>\nAnd why do we carry sacks of rocks<br \/>\nwhen stones are so much lighter?&#8221;<br \/>\nThe mini-mite kept asking more,<br \/>\nlike a record that was broken.<br \/>\nThough all of them had thought these things,<br \/>\nnone had ever spoken<br \/>\nShhh! Pipe down!&#8221;, were the frightened cries<br \/>\nas they worried their king would hear.<br \/>\nThe mites and maybees looked around,<br \/>\ntheir eyes spread wide with fear.<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll be quiet&#8221;, said the mini-mite,<br \/>\n&#8220;but I just have one more querry.<br \/>\nIf there&#8217;s more of us than there is of him,<br \/>\nwhy is he so scary?&#8221;<br \/>\nThe mites and maybees pondered this,<br \/>\nthis thought that was quite new.<br \/>\nAnd as they tugged and wrestled it,<br \/>\nthe logic in it grew.Suddenly everything seemed so clear;<br \/>\nthey all had minds of their own,<br \/>\nso why were they letting King Know It All<br \/>\nrule his mighty throne?<br \/>\nWell, it didn&#8217;t take long once this thought was in place,<br \/>\nfor weeds to be pulled out with hoes.<br \/>\nAnd it didn&#8217;t take long for paint to be red<br \/>\nand for sleds to be used when it snows<br \/>\nSoon the king got weaker, and finally left;<br \/>\nLeft the whole kingdom far behind.<br \/>\nFor he realized that not even he was as strong<br \/>\nas the power of speaking your mind<br \/>\nThe End.\u00ef\u00bb\u00bf<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Long, long ago on an island far away, sat The Land of Mites and Maybees to the left of Backbone Bay. The mites were hearty creatures, they would never hurt a soul. 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