Normally when you get a story that’s meant to give you some sort of moral, there’s this pattern that story follows.
You get the story. Sometimes there’s
this little opening sentence before it, sometimes not. And as for the story
itself, it may be short, it may be long, it may be insightful, or it may not. And
then there, at the end, you get the point of the whole endeavor in one to two
lines, the moral of the story that you’re supposed to take away with you. I say
‘supposed’ because, let’s face it, most of us forget the entire thing a few
minutes after we’re done. Don’t deny it, you’ve been there. We all have.
So, the story, the tale, true or
not, that you find yourself reading. Some of the time, it may be glaringly
obvious what the moral is once you’re done. Other times, you might be left
wondering what in the world the ‘moral’ had to do with the story.
Me, I prefer to follow this
method most of the time. Why, you ask? It’s tried and tested, and it allows me
to ramble on without the hassle of needing to stick to some old boring point. Once
I reach the end, I add some random phrase from somewhere and pretend that it
was what I was taking about the whole time.
