The Weaver and the Worm

A weaver watched in wide-eyed wonder a silkworm spinning its cocoon in a white mulberry tree.

“Where do you get that stuff?” asked the admiring weaver.

“Do you want to make something out of it?” inquired the silkworm, eagerly.

Then the weaver and the silkworm went their separate ways, for each thought the other had insulted him. We live, man and worm, in a time when almost everything can mean almost anything, for this is the age of gobbledygook, doubletalk, and gudda.

MORAL: A word to the wise is not sufficient if it doesn’t make any sense.

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