the mountain and the monkey

by horace p sternwall

once there was a mountain that never went anywhere a monkey often passed it by and sometimes stopped and stared why do you look at me so rude the mountain would complain though you laugh and point your finger you will never feel my pain i am only a monkey the monkey said with a straight face i see you are a mighty mountain and have put me in my proper place i do not like your attitude and suspect sarcasm in it a tear trickled the mountain’s face an awkward silence lasted a minute very well, the monkey said if you are not satisfied i suggest you crawl under the wide blue sky or otherwise run and hide with that the monkey took his leave and frolicked across the earth the mountain stayed right where he was because he was cursed from birth