Once, long, long ago, in a land far away, there lived two brothers. Now these two brothers, although identical twins, were in no way identical in temperment or personality.


The older twin was cruel and heartless, uncaring who he had to use or what he had to do in order to gain more wealth. The people of the village both feared and hated him, for he had also managed to purchase most of the land in the surrounding countryside and charged steep rents. If the tenant was unable to pay these high rents,they were thrown into the streets, and he also had gangs working for him who would beat, or even in some cases maim, those who found disfavor in his eyes. He shared with none, only took. But he was very unhappy, for no matter how much he gained, he always wanted more. And he never paused in his constant never ending search for more wealth to enjoy what he had already gained in his life. He had grown very wealthy through his mistreatment of his fellowman.


The younger brother, though, was as far opposite his twin as could be imagined. And he was very, very poor, barely surviving, even though he worked hard from sunup to sundown, doing vaious odd things for different people in the village. Yet he was kind of heart, gentle of nature, and was always willing to help another, even at cost to himself. Nearly everyone in the village loved him. Even though very poor, his heart was at peace and he was more or less content.


Now the gods had been watching these two particular mortals for some time, and one day, being bored, several of the gods decided to have some fun with the two mortals. So they caused the two brothers to come together at the same time and then sat four urns before them and told them to choose the urn they liked best, and that they would be able to keep the urn they chose…and its contents. Now two of the urns were heavily gem encrusted solid gold while the other two were common clay but were hand painted with a beautiful and appealing design. The gods told the two brothers that, blindfolded, they were to reach one hand into the urn that they had chosen and withdraw whatever it was that they found. The brothers each made their choice and then the gods caused blindfolds to cover each brother’s eyes as the brothers both reached into the urn they had chosen.


When the cruel brother reached his hand into the urn that he had chosen, all he felt was cold, scaled flesh, but when the kinder brother reached his hand into the urn that he had chosen, he touched what appeared to be tiny pebbles. Each man grasped what he felt and began to remove his hand from the urns, removing their blindfolds as they did so. As the cruel brother tried to grasp what was in his urn, the highly poisonous viper struck, causing him to shriek and fall to the sands in death throws.


As for the kind brother, when he grasped what was in his urn and carefully began to remove his hand, also removing his blindfold as he did so, he was silently in fear that the gods also meant him to die as well. Once his hand was free of the urn, he looked down at his tightly clenched fingers, still uncertain as to the gods purpose. Then taking a very deep breath, he slowly, cautiously open his fingers…and then simply stood there…staring in amazed shock at the tiny diamonds that lay on his palm…diamonds whose worth would not only insure that he would never have to struggle again for the rest of his life, but also would help him to help others of his village.


And which urn did each of the two brothers choose? Think you back to each man’s nature and you will receive your answer. The cruel brother, ever with an eye to gaining more wealth, chose the gem encrusted golden urn, which brought about his downfall, while the kinder brother, much taken with the simply beauty of the painting on the clay urn, chose it, and it ended up enriching his life.


MORAL


POISON FROM A GOLDEN VESSEL MAY BE POURED


BUT LIKEWISE CAN DIAMONDS IN A HUMBLE CLAY POT BE STORED.

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About MARANTHA DREAMWEAVER JENELLE

WRITER'S USE WORDS TO PAINT PICTURES ON THE CANVASES OF THEIR READER'S MINDS. marantha d. jenelle/aka 'maradjen'

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