If you draw any parelles to any current events while reading this, that is purely INTENDED. This is election season, and I simply think its about picking your poison. And yes, I am using the most non-political thing that makes my point.
Zeal the Zealot just made some poison, and he was proud of it as can be. He advertised the poison for all the world to see. He touted that his would kill all the mice and rats, but, promised no harm to the helpful bats. Quincy the Quiet made some poison brew and he was proud of his work too. He advertised the poison for all the world to see. He touted that his would kill all the roaches and fleas, but, promised no harm to the bees. Zeal the Zealot sold his poison at the corner mart, and he gave out fliers for the user's instructional start. Quincy the Quiet sold his poison out of the back of his pickup bed, and had the instructions on the label in red. Little did either realize dangers these sales threatened to be. Stripped the Honeybee fell into Zeal's poison's pot and sipping the poison he began to feel hot. Then Stripped attempted to fly away, but Buddy the Bat thought he was food anyway. Both the bee and the bat died-on Quincy's pickup bed. Neither Zeal nor Quincy wanted the bat to die, but both blamed the other and did not question why. Then from around the corner came Loudmouth the Cat who tried then to help them understand, the product they both were selling would be destruction to the land!
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If you draw any parelles to any current events while reading this, that is purely INTENDED. This is election season, and I simply think its about picking your poison. And yes, I am using the most non-political thing that makes my point.