Fables

Once there was a moth that wanted to fly to the moon. Now the moon that night hung so low that you could cut it with a knife. And so, the moth flew and flew until it flew above the highest treetop. Then it flew above the highest mountain. Then the moth took a breath and flew through the immeasurable vastness of space, until its wings were dusted with the stars, until at last it landed on the moon. And the moon was just as it had expected. And there the moth remains to this day, fluttering around the moon lampposts and drinking the strange things moths drink on the moon.


The frog in the rain was saying “I approve of the rain.” Kingdoms rose and fell, and the frog said, “I approve of kingdoms rising and falling.” Couples strolled by arm in arm, and the frog said, “I approve of couples strolling by arm in arm.” Planets circled overhead. The frog said, “I approve of planets circling overhead.” A heron flew in and ate the frog, and as the frog vanished down the heron’s gullet, it said “I approve of being eaten by herons.”